There was a knock at my door, but this was no joke. It was the police.

"I'm afraid we've got some bad news about your husband" said the tallest one.

"He's dead." said the smallest one.

"But I'm not married." I told them.

"And you never will be, I'm afraid." said the one who was neither the tallest nor the smallest. They explained that my husband had been erased from history. A well meaning time traveller had travelled back to kill Adolf Hitler, but had got the wrong man. The man who was to be my father-in-law was mistaken for the fuhrer and strangled in his crib, meaning my husband was never born, and so, I would never meet and marry him.

"We just thought you might want to know" said the tallest one. "Sorry if we woke you."

Elizabeth, Jersey.

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