. and that the journey to work and the mundane repetitiveness of my day hold very little attraction for you. So what I'm going to do is skip all that ...nd leave you to imagine those bits, if you can be bothered, and really just cut to the chase. Now, this afternoon at about 2.30, I collected up all the bits andpieces of paperwork that I knew needed photocopying. Generally my job purpose seems to be to shuffle paper, and wherever you have anybody shuffling paper you can guarantee there is a fair. I loaded all of the silver chromate we had and then the other less efficient compounds then two large first aid kits we kept nearby. We needed weapons so I took everything we had in the small hidden arsenal and then looked at the armour. It was too much for one load.I pulled the farm wagon through the orchard and away from the house. I was sure that our home was the target. As I increased the distance from the house, the humming got progressively less.I was also sure that nobody at the house. I stand on shaky legs and wait for him to show me the way. A tiny sliver of light shines from out of nowhere, and he heads toward it. I stay close to him, not wanting to get lost (or left behind). As we near the light, a door swings open and the silhouette of a gorgeous woman is illuminated in the doorway. My heart nearly stops beating. Are we caught? Is he married? Is my night over before it even began? A hundred questions are running through my mind. “Darling” she calls out. “I’m so glad. He had that with his hand, whenever it was needed. And that was free.So, after a thoroughly unsatisfying period of about six months, he more or less became celibate and concentrated on his horses, and thinking up new ideas for plastics.There came a time when Megan turned down his offers of "a loan" and began her stubborn drive to be completely independent, and capable of raising her daughter without anyone's help. He was still welcome in their home, but not his money. She had always loved.