At , Friday evening arrived. We sat the television in silence. Finally, Claire up and went . A few later, I followed, after first up the volume on television. On my , I went the kitchen and took a of scissors. By the I got upstairs, Claire was in the bathroom, just as I had planned she be, her hair in front of the . A scornful look spread across her face as she saw my reflection in the . Then as she turned, I plunged the scissors deep into her . She gave a deafening , quickly followed an agonising gurgle and then was nothing. I removed all her before I wrapped her body up the large sheet of polythene. Then I put her my shoulder and her down the basement.