to screw us for as much as possible. Still, the Major could pay and it'd be worth any price to get rid of the old pestilence.
'Major, I'll just have a little chat with your family first. You stay here in your pris ... err, nice safe room, and we'll be back in a jiffy.'
'Whatdaya mean, chat with me family. That scoundrel there's no family!' he shouted, pointing at me. 'He's out to fleece me, corrupt me daughter, dump rabid cats on me. Don't believe a word he says!'
'Now, Reginald, calm yourself, 'said Mrs Twiddlepass, 'we don't want you having a stroke now, do we. I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can have a slice of my Dundee cake.'
We followed Dr Phil upstairs.