No faults divorce

What a my shame my husband is dead

I thought you were unhappy with him

Yes and from Weds I could have got a no faults divorce!

Well why were you keen to hide his faults?

The faults were mine

If he got home late I’d throw his dinner at him.

I wondered why you had so few plates.

I lied about him to the neighbours

Lying is hard when we forget which lie we said to whom,

I told them he beat me

Did he?

I beat him.

At what?


That’s not cruelty

It was to him

But he could have taken lessons

In what?

Being a good loser

To your own wife?

Well he was very sarcastic

He said for someone from the poorest street in Lancashire to have got into Cambridge they must have thought I was black