And so MrsC and WWK took themselves off for a sarnie, a coffee, a few fags and a few swear words.
And so WWK read with great joy the disclosure from Pauline. Quite frankly, I think she's using the same financial advisors as the dearly departed MrSnoweyWhitey.
So we know who is to blame for Britain's poor economic recovery.
So with that MrsC despatched WWK to advocate on her behalf due to the on-going bail restrictions of contact between the 'husband and the wife', it was rather fortunate that the judge demanded WWK's intervention in proceedings, after all.
WWK was able to get MrC to admit that he is facing bankruptcy all of a sudden.
Well, that's a bit unfortunate isn't it?
Whereupon, on further questioning of the impact on MrWT's life, such a 'bankruptcy order' would have, MrWT said "I don't care". Whereupon WWK reminded him there was a small child who would be very much affected by this, and listed the myriad of ways in which his life would take a hell of a beating should he not endeavour to avoid bankruptcy.
Clearly wowed by the unreasonable WWK, MrWT flounced off in a melodramatic waddle.
Whereupon, WWK said 'Don't you want to settle your divorce today then?'.
Whereupon MrWT saluted in a fingerfull manner his reply.
Whereupon, WWK resumed drinking coffee and smoking fags which the much more delectable MrsC.
Given they now had the target in sight.
Lunch took a long time...