Her husband grunted and slowly pushed his thick arms into his tweed jacket, “I'll be back in an hour.”
Grace waited for the broad shoulders of her other half to disappear through the back door before turning her attention to the hoovering. Goodness, how her guests always managed to get crumbs all over the dining room carpet she would never know. Still, they were a friendly bunch this week, all couples and all very easy to please. Everyone had seemed to enjoy their meals and nobody had asked for anything out of the ordinary. A nice easy week, Grace mused, as she pushed the vacuum across the green patterned carpet, moving chairs and tables as she did so. She also wondered if d**k had any further plans to work on the paved area outside this week. How wonderful it would be, she thought, if we
