Hugger and Mugger complemented each other perfectly. She was an affectionate sort of Person who worked in an Oxfam shop; he was a Young, brillant Career civil servant with a touch of the intellectual thug. Hugger and Mugger had seven years of contented marriage behind them, a comfortable semi in Parson's Green - and they were just a teensy-weensy bit bored. When Hugger began a strictly platonic affair with Mugger's best friend, Mugger initiated a strictly carnal relationship with his secretary - and experienced alarming intimations of approaching middle-age. Soon the delicate web of mutual trust - and complacency - that had sustained their relationship was stretched to breaking Point. And Mugger began to wonder just how brilliant and original he really was.