After lunch, with the table still groaning under the weight of many sausages, chops and chicken kebabs, a few more people showed up. They declined an offer to dig into the food as they'd already eaten.
After a while one of the men nevertheless mentioned a few times that the sausages looked tasty. He eyed them off but didn't move to help himself. Eventually Mrs Chopper got up, grabbed a bread roll, a snag, some barbecue sauce and put a snack together for him. He watched the whole thing like it was a magic trick.
As she handed it to him she asked, "You wouldn't happen to be a husband would you?"
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