Through the wall, loudly

I am in bed, quietly reading and minding my own beeswax. Suddenly from next door, a woman's voice, (presumably wife of The Lofty One), shouts 'I'm still your wife, even though we are getting divorced'. That was all. Intriguing. Manage to conquer dastardly impulse to fetch glass and listen through wall. Two has re-commenced driving, having received the all-clear from the neurologist, and leapt into action immediately. Disappeared for some hours, and returned home with bag of bird-seed and some groceries. Apparently is like riding bike, even after whole year, found driving came quite naturally. Am greatly relieved as Takes Onus off Me. I fully intend to Tut, and do Sharp Intakes of Breath when I venture out in passenger seat. Have decided need to whittle out wardrobe. as can find nothing, and is nightmare of squashed clothes and cantankerous coat hangers. My favourite male singer due at pub Friday and Saturday, so am looking forward to this. Need to Dig Out something nice to wear.