Mrs Fish seemed to take a deep breath, she had lost her sense of smell in her old age, which all agreed was probably just as well.
‘Of course, there were many more activities, all equally unsuccessful…’ she was off again, ‘… for the man’s only natural gift was that of being a gifted copper and thus, I have to agree, a fish out of water when challenged in pastimes most consider as passably easy, in a day to day manner. However, the latest thing, and here one might argue in actual fact, the fatal one, was gardening, which prior to our enthusing him of, he ranked well and truly alongside his interest in decorating, which as I have already mentioned, principally revolved around a philosophical contemplation of the task, rather than anything of any practical import.’
Mrs Fish allowed a brief
