Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
The Midnight Caller
by admin - 20:52 on 20 November 2011
A knock on the door after midnight is never good news, so the sight of a policewoman when I blearily opened up wasn't a total surprise.
The inquiries she wished me to help her with concerned the whereabouts of the now long-departed Montague clan. The family's teenage boy, it emerged, was in the back of the police car and unwilling to divulge his new address; what he'd (allegedly) done, and how they'd ended up here, was not revealed to me.
Matchgirl was most perturbed. Our door, which is rarely locked, was immediately barred and bolted for fear that a gang of vengeful hoodies would descend on The Rural Retreat to steal our treasures and mistreat Bess. Little sleep took place in the next hour or so.
By this morning she'd calmed down enough to abandon thoughts of pestering the police for information, so the mystery remains. We already knew that Young Montague had been of interest to the constabulary in the past.
The consequence of our unexpected caller was a late awakening followed by a lazy day indoors, although I did put it to good use by blowing dust off two unused picture frames and filling them with fine snaps, ready for the next market day.
More printing will take place tomorrow. I'll have to earn money somehow if Matchgirl is to afford the CCTV, trip-wires and panic room she now desires.
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