The Fixer was on the phone to the Father of This Lot when suddenly there was a loud crashing sound followed by some yelps of pain. Actually, scratch that. Whatever he may be, the Father of This Lot is not a yelper. Make that agonised shouts.
The Fixer: 'Mum! The ceiling's come down in the Mare and Foal! Right where Dad was standing........Mum.........Mum........you're not laughing up there are you?'
Me: No! Whatever made you think I was laughing?
I was actually in the bathroom stuffing a facecloth into my mouth to mask my squeals of hilarity.
Anyway, The Fixer ascertained that her father was unharmed and then came to find me.
Her (accusingly): You thought that was funny didn't you, Mum?
Me: Not at all. I didn't think it was remotely funny.
Divine justice is what I thought it was.