Oooh! I've remembered one!
My mum's friend and neighbour,Mrs.H. had a sister whose husband was having it off with a woman at the factory he worked at.Years they were at it,years.
Those days, women would take their husbands a hot lunch in the winter and meet them at the factory gates to hand it over.
So Mrs'H.'s sister after she found out, met her husband with the immortal words "I've brought you your dinner" - and clobbered him over the head with the cast iron stew pot
He'd got a thin skull, apparently (and she'd obviously got the strength of a woman scorned
), he fell down with a fractured skull,and died.
Mrs.H's sister was locked up in Broadmoor for life. No parole back then.
What I remember is, a) reading about it in the local paper, and b)listening to my dad about his impressions of Broadmoor as he used to drive Mrs.H.there to visit. Bleak moor,scary place,locked doors and corridors,jailers with huge bunches of keys, and the visitors pat-downs.
But did she deserve being locked up for life in a place for the criminally insane?
Dunno,just dunno..