But as with so many of Wilt's predictions this one was premature. When, having spent an hour tidying his office, he sauntered contentedly up Oakhurst Avenue it was to find the new house unlit and empty. There was no sign of Eva, the quads or the furniture van. He waited about for an hour and then phoned from a call-box. Eva exploded at the other end.
'Don't blame me,' she shouted, 'the removal men have had to unload the van.'
'Unload the van? What on earth for?'
'Because Josephine hid in the wardrobe and they put that in first, that's why.'
'But they don't have to unload because of that,' said Wilt. 'She wouldn't suffocate and it would teach her a lesson.'
'And what about Mrs de Frackas' cat and the Balls' poodle and Jennifer Willis' four pet rabbits.'
'The what?' said Wilt.
'She was playing hostages,' shouted Eva, 'and...'
But the coin in the phone box ran out. Wilt didn't bother to put another in. He strolled out along the street wondering what it was about his marriage with Eva that turned everyday events into minor catastrophes. He couldn't bring himself to think what sort of time Josephine was having in the wardrobe. Talk about trauma...Oh well, there was nothing like experience. As he passed along Oakhurst Avenue towards the pub Wilt suddenly felt pity for his new neighbours. They still had no idea what was going to hit them.
The End