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The Duchess ordered the distribution of tea to her entourage in a fine bone china tea service, and her second-in-command, Blossom Bottomley from 32 Frisian Tun, had brought her speciality, concrete fairy cakes. Everything was proper and as it should be. The police cars had gone and the Duchess thought, only to herself, so had the nosy cow Superintendent, and it would not be long before the ill-mannered cockney barrow boy upstart Inspector, followed.
She mused into the future… The Austin house would come onto the market and she could vet prospective owners, to ensure they fitted into her Frisian Tun, her upper-middle-class idyll. She had a nice professional, middle-aged couple in mind, children grown and flown the nest. Then she thought of the new people at number 23, a poet and h
