Looking out the back door, I marvel at the trail of destruction left by the meteors. One clipped the bottom left corner of the garden – looks like the blackberry bush’s been singed. But given the state of the rest of the neighbourhood, I shouldn’t complain, should I? I have, however, identified a downside.
‘It’s not going to drive up the price, I’m afraid,’ I say to the beloved.
‘Well,’ he replies. ‘If we spin this right, it might actually go up. I mean, meteor strike-proof properties should be in high demand in times like these.’
Now that he mentions it.