The Black Plague at Withering Plains 2018

Mrs Fit arrived on our doorstep looking harassed and extremely agitated. Her bulging suitcase wobbled precariously on the step beside her. “Sorry for turning up like this but I had to get away. You’ve no idea what I’ve had to put up with.  It’s been diabolical,” she ranted as she dragged her case inside. “What’s happened?” I asked confused.  Had she left Freddy. Where was … Continue reading The Black Plague at Withering Plains 2018