My wife has not spoken to me in three days. I think it has something to do with what happened on Sunday night when she thought she heard a noise downstairs.
She nudged me and whispered, 'Wake up, wake up!'
'What's the matter?' I asked.
'There are burglars in the kitchen. I think they're eating the tuna casserole I made to-night.'
'That'll teach them!' I replied.