Unexpected Turns: Bang!

reached the door.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Terrible!" she said, "I think I'll go back to bed for a while." "I'm sick of the sight of bed," said Angus, "I've been in it for two weeks. That's enough for me!"

"Would you mind feeding the cat then? I saved some of that milk."

"Good thinking," said Angus.

Mrs. Magill went back to bed and Angus took the bucket over to the fridge. He tipped a generous amount into a saucer. Instantly, the cat was there, tail up and very pleased. She started lapping even before the bucket was withdrawn.

"That's all we've got at the moment," said Angus, apologizing, "You'll just have to fill up on milk until I get something out of the freezer."

The cat ignored him. It crouched at the saucer, and curled its tail round to its front paws. Angus watched it for a moment, then he sat down with a sigh and rested his head on his hand. Would this sickness ever pass?

Angus sighed again. He was not happy with the way his life was going. He wanted to sell up and move, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. His wife was the same. She had a stack of House and Gardens, full of tempting, beautiful alternatives to the rambling, cluttered farm they presently owned.

"We could afford a place like that," she would say, pointing at a glossy paradise "If we sold the farm."

"This place is worth over a minion at least," he would agree, "We could have the best house in the city."

"We could have gardens and lawns, and a big sun-room."

"And somebody to do all the work."

"And a nurse-aid."

"And a new car.'"

"And someone to drive us round in it."

"Yes dear."

"It would be like heaven, wouldn't it Angus?"

"Pretty close."

"Why don't we do something about it then, dear?"