Shortly after his heart attack, Tim, who had neither wife nor children, wrote his Will and had it witnessed by strangers at his only brother's birthday lunch.
'I'll go home now, if you don't mind,' he said, troubled by odours from the kitchen.
'No, you won't. You're staying for Helen's fish curry otherwise she'll be upset.'
Reluctant to offend, Tim made himself eat everything on his plate.
'There's turmeric in this, isn't there?' he choked as discomfort finally overwhelmed him.
'Why? Don't you like it?' snapped his sister-in-law, anticipating criticism.
'I'm taking Warfarin...'
'You should've gone home, then, shouldn't you?'
'I'll go home now, if you don't mind,' he said, troubled by odours from the kitchen.
'No, you won't. You're staying for Helen's fish curry otherwise she'll be upset.'
Reluctant to offend, Tim made himself eat everything on his plate.
'There's turmeric in this, isn't there?' he choked as discomfort finally overwhelmed him.
'Why? Don't you like it?' snapped his sister-in-law, anticipating criticism.
'I'm taking Warfarin...'
'You should've gone home, then, shouldn't you?'
