He was delivering the week’s groceries. Didn’t carry it in. Stood and watched me as I lugged the bags to the kitchen.
Told me that he had been married three times already, now looking for a third wife but only for the weekend. For a bit of this and that, then send her back.
“You’re all ruddy Divas.” he declared.
He used to work in a call centre. He really loves this doddle of a job.
I closed the door and heaved the heavy bag of potatoes down the hall.