“Body parts!” she squeaked, as Jack carried a dismembered leg down the driveway to the general waste bin, followed by a second leg, two arms, a torso and a head. “I bet it’s his wife.”
Christine dialled 999.
Five minutes later, a policeman opened the bin, gasped and jumped back. Jack was closing the garage door. He sauntered over, then laughter ensued.
“I’m throwing out last year’s Halloween garden decorations,” Jack explained, loudly. “Has that curtain-twitching neighbour opposite grassed me up?”