To Fight a Warlock

Gertrude, my wife was not in her best mood this morning, she was in her usual tantrum. After I had served the coffee with some toast, she saw a police car, by the next building. An officer knocked at our door, and asked Gertrud if she had seen our neighbor drunk. Half an hour later, a second officer came and saved him. Gertrude phoned up her friend Liz, and after giving her the gossip, she decided to visit Liz, and I followed. Arriving there, Liz asked if I had accepted the offer for my boo...