I’d been complaining of TPR’s clumsiness for some time. Now he had managed to let a desktop PC, all the back-up disks for my novel-in-progress, and an old fashioned brick mobile telephone, fall from a third floor window and through a shop frontage across the road.
When he went to inspect the damage all TPR could find were the phone (intact) and a few shards of plastic. It looked like looters had already taken anything worth stealing.
When I suggested that he asked the shop for its CCTV footage TPR said that he couldn’t be bothered. He did not appreciate that my life’s work had been lost, and he bore all responsibility.