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Her partner grunted a solemn acquiescence. Bill’s head was in his hands. Somehow I’d thought that she’d want it. They paid cash there and then.

‘Do you want to take it with you now?’ Bill forced himself to ask.

‘We can’t do that, unfortunately. We cycled here,’ said the woman.

‘But we’ll hire a van,’ said the man in his biggest speech to date, ‘And let you know when we’re coming.’

‘No, no,’ said Bill, ‘I’ll pop it in the car this afternoon and drop it off at your place. Let’s have your address.’ I gave him a stern look, but he didn’t notice.

Later as we watched the couple cycling away, I said, ‘It’s glass.’

‘Glass? What’s glass?’ he answered, paying I thought, too much attention to the slim, elegant figure of the cycling woman, her long, gypsy dress flowing in the breeze.

‘The table,’ I said, firmly, ‘You’ve offered to transport a table with a glass top.’

‘I know it’s glass. What’s the problem? I’m an engineer. I can handle glass. I’m not a child.’

I gave him a meaningful look. His anger soon passed and he became apologetic, even pleading. ‘Look, I promise, I mtv the ruins naked pics won’t damage it. I can deal with it. Just let me do it.’

Half an hour later I was passing through the living room on my way to the kitchen. The wooden base had gone, and the disc of glass was propped drunkenly against an armchair. Through the window I could see the car, its tailgate open, the rear seats down, the wooden base lowered inside. Bill appeared with some old bedsheets, for wrapping the glass before loading it. I looked away. There was potential for disaster at every stage.

I hurried through to the kitchen and closed the door.

Idly I stirred some dirty dishes around a sinkful of lukewarm, sudsy water. Peace couldn’t come until it had happened, until events had worked through to their inevitable end. From the kitchen window I could see over our low front hedge: there was the odd passing car, a few pedestrians walking dogs, and a little way downhill to the right, a handful of people waiting at the stop for the local bus.

Then, from the left, I was aware of something moving, gliding smoothly, quietly, swiftly along the pavement.

It was a large, transparent disc, like the biggest contact lens in the world, whirling steadily and relentlessly down the slope. I could hear no sound, so the scene had the hushed magic of a silent movie. The magic evaporated when I saw Bill, running at full pelt after the runaway table top.

As I watched, the accelerating disc scattered the bus queue, most of the people ending up taking refuge in gardens or on the road. As Bill sped past them he made feeble attempts to communicate apology. And then, suddenly, he stopped.

Ahead of him I saw what looked like a sparkling fountain of crystal water, a cascade of glinting, glittering droplets of light. Even with the window closed, I could hear the silence-rending, sickening crash of disintegrating glass.

Bill popped his head round the kitchen door shortly afterwards. ‘Just borrowing a broom, dear,’ he said, ‘and a shovel. Some sweeping up to do.’

He paused for a few seconds, and then added, ‘Would you mind phoning that couple who came over? Tell them I’ll pop over and give them their money back?’