"Oh, just that good for nothing... oooh. I could spit nails!" She couldn't help herself, she was just so angry. "Angus, not the groundskeeper but me husband Angus, is back in town accordin' to an acquaintance, and he has not made one little bit of effort ta look fer me. All they say he is doin' is goin' to the pub, gettin' shitfaced, and fightin' wit' whoever he pleases." She huffed and opened her door, going in and laying the baby on the bed so she could change his nappie. While she did that, she spoke over her shoulder, "I hope his..." she paused and then lowered her voice to a low hiss, "cock falls off from swivin' so many cows after me."