(OOC: Sorry, everyone, for neglecting this thread. I hope everyone is still interested?)

George skillfully ducks his wife's umpteenth lunge and dives out of the bedroom.

"But George, I need you!" She cries out.

Ding! Dong!

Saved by the bell. Or the door bell in this case.

Leaving his wife in the lurch, he dashes out onto the landing.

"Don't worry, everyone. I will answer it. It will most likely be Andre." Says a very smartly dressed stranger that he has never seen before in his life.

George stops and looks at him suspiciously.

No-one dresses up that smartly in this house!

Coming down the stairs, he watches the stranger take a box from yet another stranger at the door.

What's going on here?

"Merci, Andre." The smartly dressed stranger says, closing the door behind him.

Who is this guy? And why the box???

He is about to ask when there is an almighty shriek from upstairs.

"Peter??? Is that you???" Gracie squeals from the landing.

The smartly dressed stranger, completely ignoring George (except to thrust the box into his hands), rushes towards the stairs.

"Oh yes, my darling." He says dramatically.

My darling???

"Oh, Peter. I never thought..." He can see that his wife has started to cry.

What's got into her???

He just watches gobsmacked as his wife runs down the stairs and falls into the stranger's arms and they start kissing like crazy.

Eh????...