McCalliog and his hens

“I went into Meirson’s Antiques today,” my wife said one night, as we sat in bed, reading. “Oh yes,” I said distractedly. “He’s got a painting, one...

I went into town. I wasn’t going to ring Tilly before I had all of the facts. Meirson’s didn’t look the site of a kerfuffle, it looked the same as it...