Grace Thomas was in the middle of ironing a pile of white cotton tablecloths when she heard a loud bang, followed by the rantings of someone cursing, coming from the garden. She carefully put down the iron and, leaning forward, pressed her nose against the cold window-pane to see where the noises had come from. As it happened it was nothing. Well, nothing out of the ordinary anyway.
Grace"s husband, d**k, had been attempting to lay yet another slab on the patio but had lost his grip and the heavy concrete block had toppled to the ground, smashing into several chunks as it landed. d**k wasn"t hurt, it looked as though only his ego was damaged, and he stood gazing at the broken slab in front of him with a very glum look on his face.
“b****y fool", Grace muttered to herself as she turned ba
