Janet and John Get Married
A fair few years passed, together with many loin-girding beers in the pub, before John plucked up enough Dutch courage to ask Janet again to marry him, given that last time hadn't quite gone according to plan. Janet had been a bit grumpy when he got back from the pub, it has to be said. Still, even when she was grumpy she looked pretty, especially in that apron and cooking those meals and washing those floors. It was worth having lost the sleeves on all his best suits. She really is my perfect wife, thought John wistfully, one fine day in July. There she was, hanging out his clean shirts on the line, the waft of Ariel and Lenor tickling his nostrils in the soft breeze: perhaps the chemicals went to his head, but he suddenly decided that This Was The Moment to try again.... Janet, he said, Will you marry me? You what?? she screeched. I've waited all these years for you to ask me again, you stupid pillock, and now you do it when I'm hanging out washing?!?! But you lo