Passing Kilvert's this morning, I noticed a small sign by the entrance. The gist was something like this - for all the women who were tired of their husbands complaining when they went shopping, why not leave them at Kilvert's and shop in peace?
In my experience, though, it's usually the other way round. I hear a lady say "I've lost my husband," roughly once a day at work. They've had enough, and are ready to move on, while hubby is hidden away somewhere deep in the shelves, happily going through the railway books or similar.
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