My friend Ange recently moved to a stone cottage in the Cotswolds. Dreams of a life of gumboots, lashings of ginger beer, and cycling down lanes with a blissful expression her face have given way to happenings more sinister.
From: Angela M
Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009
I swear to God there's a freaky blonde toddler child in the garden staring at me, children of the corn-style.
If it picks up a banjo I might have to kill it with a spade.