"ThERe are important guests coming for dinner tonight", he announced as he charged in the front door looking flustered. "We need to pull out all the stops tonight for dinner time." "Yes, dear", she replied sighing. "No dear, it was not a good day - thanks for asking", she muttered under her breath as he charged upstairs to change and, no doubt, catch up on the football news. By the time he came back down, the table was all laid and there were delicious cooking smells wafting out of the kitchen. The guests arrived and all was smiles as the drinks were served. The soup was served and the meal started. "Pass round the cruet darling", she said to him. He picked it up and was passing it to the first guest when the rivet holding it together gave way, dropping the salt cellar which fell into the guest's soup, splashing her outfit and making a right old mess. On this occasion he had no one to blame but himself for the disaster and the aftermath as she'd been pestering him to buy a replacement for months.
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