She didn't get far with that one because Gullett was, quite literally, a law unto himself and what he said went. He told her to sod off. She went.
Stitches started to creak and groan. It sounded like someone was blowing up an ancient, leather balloon.
“Is this supposed to be happening?” he asked through lips that were rapidly turning into a pair of Cumberland's finest. “I'm starting to…”
“Take cover!” shouted Mrs. Ladle, heading for the trees at a considerable lick.
She made it just in time as well as a loud pop and what sounded like a thousand heavy duty cocktail sticks being dropped onto a stone floor echoed around the clearing.
After a few moments Ollie stuck his head out from the safety of his hidey place.
“Is it safe?” he asked.
“I think so,” said Ronnie, who was marvelling at
