Having let a man get past us in a narrow lane, hubby Signalled for me to move a bit closer, and said in low and confidential tones,
That guy is Melanie Pettle’s wife. :.
He must have thought my bemused look meant I required further explanation and went on, You know, the physiotherapist with the ‘leg’.
Er, dearest, I think Melanie Pettle has a husband. Do you mean the guy who went past us, is him?
Hubby; That’s what I said;
me; You did?
hubby; Well, something like that.