The silent scream


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In the early years of our marriage, Emma and I lived next door to her parents - well, in reality it was next door to her mother, as her father was mostly away at sea, sensible chap. It was not an ideal situation by any means, but Emma’s parents had sold us the house at a time when we had little choice but to buy it. With tact and diplomacy, we eventually established some ground rules which made the arrangement at least workable. And Emma’s ,other came to accept me as the honest, hard-working, mild-mannered citizen I was. Why else would Emma have chosen me? But after five years we decided to move away. We both found jobs in another county and bought a neat little house on a new estate in Cheshire. Two weeks after moving into a new home (where this picture was taken) we invited Emma’s parents to Sunday lunch, to prove that we hadn’t broken off relations altogether. Emma was serving the sweet when her mother, with a beaming smile, dramatically announced: “We called at the show-house on the way here and spoke to the agent. Guess who’ll be moving in next door?” Aaaaaaagh!

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