It’s strange but true, but we have a refugee from a local ‘gangster’ holed up at ours.

You may wonder where ‘ours’ is exactly. Now I’d love to tell you it’s in Chicago or San Francisco or Soho.

However, I’m an honest, but discrete Blogger, so I’ll just tell you it’s in rural England.

Poor chap is absolutely petrified so I’ll add no more than that. But it is kind of thrilling doncha think?