Leaving

There are three in our marriage these days, me, my wife... and Basil. I know what you’re thinking... how could I let another bloke in... or... how could she? But no, it’s nothing like that. There’s no illicit rumpy-pumpy going on... I hope... because Basil’s mine!

She doesn’t like Basil any more. He just sits there doing nothing. Tall, mature, but she says he’s old, past his best and has to go! True, he’s going to seed a bit, but I’m sentimental, and I love Basil!

But what’s this? Suddenly she wants him, for pesto, just as Basil leaves.