3023. A ripe old pickle

Did you hear Marjory, that my husband has got himself into a pickle?

He wasn’t simply messing around; he was messing around with the boss’s wife. Over the years I’ve learned to live with his philandering, but the boss was not one to forget such trifles. It certainly was a ripe old pickle he got himself into. So I’m on my own for a while, which is why, to be honest, I’ve invited you over for lunch to take my mind off things.

Do have some more homemade chutney on your ham.