Dearest Mrs C,
I haven't posted on your thread before but I have been an avid fan of your very good self, WWK, and the equally redoubtable pineapple, for many a long month.
As evidence of my credentials, having donned my hotpants I was on the brink of joining fourquenelles on the lurkers' cheerleading bench (p35) when this thread vanished, which event made me suspect that its disappearance was connected with the then forthcoming 2nd Pineapple Day and your expected further triumph in Court.
Two days later an ow posted a plaintive cry for help in understanding why her paramour's dw was seeking to take her philandering spouse 'to the cleaners'. Finding this to be a most curious coincidence, I proceeded to make a tit of myself closely question the OP until such time as I became, erroneously as it transpires, convinced that she was none other than Pauline the jolly widow who couldn't wait to get her jollies off with the prize prick you had the misfortune to marrry Mr W T.
Having made my excuses and left that thread, it went up in smoke at the OP's request but not before I had derived considerable amusement from it.
You sure struck gold pyrite when you hooked up with Mr W T, honey. He is the gift that keeps on giving rise to hilarity and, no matter how many future double acts he goes on to form, he will always remain the Aunt Sally centre stage in the merriment stakes.
While my personal opinion of the despicable duo must remain private for fear of offending those of delicate sensibilities, nevertheless I will continue to extract the urine maximum enjoyment from their antics.
Thus I will shortly retire for what remains of the night chortling at the image of Princess Precious Mr W T dressed in a pink tutu and ballet pointes tiptoeing around her who must be obeyed Prince Pauline and her face that can curdle milk at 50 paces - the pair of them are shoo ins for a Village People tribute band.
I look forward to your pineapple related update, at which time I hope to unveil my cunning plan for the nation to be alerted to your eventual best seller, provisional working title 'My life and times with a dickhead Mr W T and the thicko third person who inserted herself into our marriage'.
Rest assured you'll never go short of these Mrs C, and I hope to raise a glass to you in person in the not too distant future.
Yours in solidarity,
goddess