Hindsight

I concede that, in the warm light of day, my plan had shortcomings.

The pit with spikes would have been better. Mark would have plunged to a painful death. I could have then filled-in the hole and planted a clematis.

The only risk would have been him not dying instantly and screaming in agony until I got down to the garden and finished him off with a Christmas Tree.

His cries would have woken Helena, but I am sure that a “foxes copulating” story would have allayed her fears.

Damn.