The Ex's ever-increasing bulk filled the doorway. She was somewhat pale.
"Have you heard the news?" she said
"Mmm?" I replied, peering round her to see if First-Born was trying to make her escape
"They're trying to track down 100 blood donors who might have New Variant CJD!" The Ex explained
"So?"
"*I'm* a blood donor. Supposing its me?"
"Mmm," I mused, " 'Mad Cow Disease' - well, it would certainly explain a lot"
At that point First-Born squeezed past The Ex's bulk and headed for the car, thus saving me from a potentially difficult conversation.
I must stop with this Ex-baiting. Its potentially bad for my health.
