“Stop it now, Geoffrey, or I will call the police. Is that what you’ve been doing the past two weeks? Juggling eggs?”
“Nope. Dropping buttered toast, actually. And developing my special solution to prevent it landing buttered side down.” Geoffrey strode over and sat down in his armchair, a glow of achievement about him. He was twitching with excitement. “No more accidents, Maud. No more mishaps. No more fumbling or bumbling. Things will obey the Laws of Physics and not the Laws of Murphy. Do you realize what this means? It will revolutionize human life. And, in the process, make us a fortune.”
Maud raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“I’ve been pondering on how to sell this invention. We need publicity.”
“Oh yes?”
“And the answer is: West Ham United.”
Maud’s face went blank, as it always did
