Elephants in the Room

No one can condone a drunken stabbing but in the case of the convicted Llanfwrog woman who attacked her husband, was he equally at fault? The husband wasn't only having an affair but actually managed to push his wife out to an annexe to make way for his paramour within the house and marital bed—plus her three children (one hopes confined to the house). Adultery is not a word you hear too often, these days. Society has downgraded, accepted adultery as the norm, even ignored it like the elephant in the room, for that is what it was, adultery. Might it even have been less cowardly for the man to move out? It leaves a tragic situation where the prison-bound woman will likely not be seen fit to look after her daughter again.

But even amid this catastrophe, at least the report in the Daily Post offered some much-needed levity.

"Cross examined by Mark Le Brocq, defending, he said he'd been having an affair since February or March and didn’t tell his wife"

This is just plain silly. Surely, the defence solicitor wouldn't choose a courtroom to admit he, the solicitor, was having an affair. We all know what Mr Le Brocq was saying—that the husband was having an affair—but the reporter clearly forgot good English expression in the phrasing of it.

A case of Groucho Marx's "One morning I shot an elephant in my pyjamas. How he got into my pyjamas I’ll never know." The same sentence can be interpreted in more than one way.