Then his backbone went. I had a bell-ringing quarrel with his mother and wanted support but he skedaddled, leaving his spine sizzling on the floor.
The heart was next. Shattered after I slept with his brother.
Willow-bent, hubby embarked on whisky and Bang! went the liver. He had just enough brain cells to place a newspaper ad appealing for spare parts.
Over the page is another – requesting a whole new man.