After almost an entire day and night of agonising torture - that is for the rest of the George family too- Samantha decided she needed to go round to the flat and pick up her things. She was adamant that she was having no more to do with Allan Short. After curtly refusing Jenny and her Mothers help Samantha went like a whirlwind to the other side of the village. By now it was dusk and most of the villagers were either in the pub or at home except for a few night time wanderers. Samantha knew that Allan would be there waiting for her, she knew there was going to be an almighty row and she was gearing herself up for it. She determinedly let herself in and up the stairs towards what Allan had termed ‘their little love shack’ and sailed into the front room to confront him.

Meanwhile Mrs Day had just finished her evening visit at Doris’ house by the school and was now making her way through the high street to her little terrace place in Albion Way. It was a small, poky place, a two up two down Victorian building. Mrs Day had lived there since she was a child and it was her pride and joy which she now shared with her cat Dibbles. Mrs Day had been gossiping to Doris this evening about all the new arrivals the village had had in the past month. First the man from Oz and now the foreigners, German they guessed. The Village was really becoming quite full and disturbed. Mrs Day and Doris were having a job to keep up with all the new developments as well as keeping beady eyes on the locals. As Mrs Day tottered down the high street contemplating ways to keep up with everyone’s personal lives she heard yet another almighty commotion coming from above the butchers shop. She slowed her already painstaking pace so she could catch what was going on. She knew Samantha had been back at the George household yesterday and was surprised that she had gone back to Allan so soon. After a few minutes of banging and shouting, and then the distinct sound of something being smashed before everything went quite. Mrs Day was by now standing stock still by the butchers shop with the flats window sill directly above her. The window she noticed was slightly ajar allowing her to hear almost everything that was being said. She strained to hear and after a few moments came to the conclusion that one of them must be dead, or at least badly injured as she could hear nothing. A few more seconds past and then Mrs day caught the distinct sound of an old iron bed creaking and groaning. ‘Well I never’ thought Mrs Day to herself. That spat obviously didn’t last very long. Mrs Day decided to stop in at the pub on her way home. Well the pub wasn’t directly on her route home but she was in need of a tipple of sherry. It was a long time since Mrs Day had experienced anything like what was going on above the butchers shop and hearing it had given her a funny turn. Yes, she was definitely in need of a drop of sherry.

At this time Harry Rivers was also on his way to the Leg of Lamb. Intrigued by Tanya’s jealousy of the ‘new girl’ Harry just had to see her for himself. He hoped she would be in the pub tonight. It was a Friday so most people were. As he sauntered along the well trodden path he reflected upon the events of last night/this morning. He had let Lucy get her way and drag him up to bed for the evening, well he had thought it would only be the decent thing to give her something to remember him by. Leaving early in the morning Harry had made it explicitly clear that he wanted nothing more do to with Lucy and said a few choice words about what he thought of her treatment of her husband. In fact he had come over all moral and threatened to blow her secret if she didn’t give it up. In short Harry had left Lucy a snivelling wreck and after a small twinge of guilt his only worry now was that Terry didn’t get wind of any of the goings on. After all he was known in the Village as ‘the gentle giant’ but he was still a big fellow and Harry didn’t fancy any nasty encounters with him.

Mrs Day and Harry had been approaching it in different directions but they both reached the pub at the same time. On entering they found the place heaving with bodies. It looked like the whole village had turned out to get a glimpse of the new comers. It certainly looked set to become an eventful evening………………….