He spent the day in his shed, the sun cast a warm glow over his pride and joy: a Victorian Cropper printing press. Many times he stroked the lustrous finish, if he could have burnished it more, he would have. The persistent chime of the house bell finally got through.
I am afraid I have bad news, is there someone who can join us.
No officer only the wife, and she is dinning out.
There was an explosion Mr McDuff…
Mr McDuff, do you by any chance know: the man she was dinning with.