Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Sorry. I forgot the ‘and’…

But there are no two ways about it, both applied this morning.

It started, had I but known it, two nights ago. Ani was sprawled asleep on the remains of the sofa, having decommissioned it for the night and reinvented it as a den. It must have been late as the village of Waddesdon slept quietly; the silence broken only by the dogged tapping of the keyboard and a certain amount of snoring from under the sofa cushions.

There was an almighty crack, as if a small stone had been hurled at the window. Except it sounded as if it was in the room. I had a look… flicked the outside lights on… nothing. Except a very alert small dog looking at me accusingly as I ignored her ‘pointing’ at the picture on the wall. I inspected that too. Still nothing. I shrugged and…