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'Come nearer. Let me get hold of your neck,' she said.

But what happened when the little lady tried to strangle the man in her life?

Richard Mallinson tells a violent tale.

'What did you do to that man of yours this time?' I asked, having heard rumours.

'Come here, I'll show you,' she said.

'Hm ... on second thoughts.'

'Oh, come on, it won't hurt.'

'All right, then.'

'Come nearer. Let me get hold of your neck,' she said.

'Eh? You mean?'

'Yeah, I tried to strangle him . . . like this.'

'Aah . . . steady on.'

'Sorry. I didn't mean to -'

'My goodness . . . How did he get away from you?'

'Well, he just went limp, that sort of thing.'

'And?' I prompted.

'Oh, I just let him drop.'

Then what?'

'He got up and ran out into the street. Then I heard the crash.'

'Crash?'

'Yes, crash, smash, and shouting and screaming and horns blowing.'

'And what did you do?'

'Went to look, of course.'

'And was it - ?'

'No, it wasn't him. He was waving to me from the other pavement - and, would you believe, the little bugger had a woman with him.'

I smiled and said, 'Round his neck, eh?' but she didn't get it.

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