Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

It was a dark and stormy night…

Well, okay, actually it was a bright, sunny afternoon and all I really wanted to do was go out and play… take the dog and the camera, perhaps… look at the greenery and watch the red kites. I was home by mid-afternoon for once; I would just have to finish what I was doing and get the bit of housework out of the way, then I wouldn’t have to a) feel guilty about leaving it and b) face it when I came back. It would only take me an hour or so after all…

Except the phone rang. And half an hour later, just as I was dragging the hoover-monster out from its lair and Ani had beaten a hasty retreat to the bottom of the garden, there was a knock on the door. “Are you busy?” Well yes, I am actually… but…