Joyce used to live 2 doors down from us when we lived elsewhere. She's an odd woman, always had a piece of coal on the window sill, but if it wasn't there then apparently (according to people more versed than I) it meant she was "entertaining."
One New Year's Eve our whole family piled in to the back of a taxi ready for a new year's eve party. I was Cinderella, a couple of cousins were ugly sisters, Mum was dressed as Father Christmas and Dad was a Christmas Fairy.
We searched everywhere for white tights that would fit him, and he wore a lovely pink tutu, one of Grandad's string vests and his trainers. He looked fab. We had a great time at the party.
A couple of weeks later, everyone in the row had a poison pen letter. Some of them were really awful, hinting at things suspicious, unlawful or immoral.
Ours said "Your daughter listens to wicked music (I took this as a compliment) and the man of the house is a fairy"
The police were called, and everyone in the row came out with their letters. Nine out of the ten houses had received them, one hadn't. The police didn't waste much time in the sticks that night, I imagine their detection rate went up considerably.
Next time.....the mysterious case of the lights in the woods...
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