Reply To: The Chronicles of the Flying Fish Inn

“Now, young lady,” said John when Sue had left the room. “Don’t you go upsetting the apple cart. A bit of a chatter about travel and what not … well, that would be a good thing. But spontaneous jaunts and rambles after dark… that is another whole kettle of fish.”

“I just thought …. “ began Clove.

“That’s enough!” snapped John. “You watch yourself or you will end up the way of the other lodgers.”

“What happened to the other lodgers?” asked Clove nervously.

At that moment Sue bustled in with the tea.

“Here you are, my lovelies!” she said brightly. “A cup of tea is much more sensible this hour of night. Now I couldn’t remember if you had sugar or not but you can help yourself.”

“Thanks,” muttered Clove.

“Young Clove here was asking about the other lodgers,” said John, with a conspiratorial wink at his wife. “But I think that’s a story best left for another time. We’ve had enough upset for one evening.”