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the type who would only take donations in the form of five or ten pound notes”.
    “I say, I am Melissa Wainwright and this is Felicity Ryton-Jones, we are from the new Tarporley Court residents association, we thought to call and just make you welcome”.
    “Well that is very kind of you,” replied Anne, “would you please step inside?"
    “Well no,” chimed in Felicity, “you see we have a coffee gathering at the church very soon, I presume you will eventually be church goers, we all are you see, the Reverend Davidson is such a nice man, much better than these lady vicars being planted about”.
    Melissa smiled and said, “We just thought to bring you these flowers and this cake as a welcome home, thing”.
    “Well that is so kind of you,” replied Anne with a smile and a "what is coming next look?”
    “What profession or business is your hubby involved with?” said Felicity”.
    “Oh, Jack, he is retired”.
    “Retired what?” they both said simultaneously”
    “He was a police officer,” said Anne.
    The faces of both callers dropped and Anne thought that at any moment they would say, could we have the cake and flowers back?”
     It wouldn’t have mattered she never ate cake she had not made herself and the lilies they had brought often gave her breathing difficulties, in fact hospitals banned them.
    At that, she gave a loud sneeze and thought, “here I go these blasted lilies”.
    “Oh he was a policeman you say?”
    They had dropped faces but then recovered a little when Anne said. “Yes he was a superintendent, a detective at New Scotland Yard”.
    “Oh I see,” said Felicity “just a policeman, well, oh very well perhaps we may see you at the coffee shop in the week but please don’t feel you should come.”
     “You do go to church?” Or perhaps no, you may be Salvation Army people, are you?”
    They turned and began to leave then spoke to each other and turned and Felicity said “Oh by the way the glasshouse you have erected, if you check your deeds you will see no additional buildings are permitted”.
    “I just thought I would mention it, rather than you having a surprise next week when someone from the planning office visits”
    “The chief planning officer lives just up the road you know, he is bound to see, good day”.
    Anne closed the door as Jack arrived inside and commented,
    “The glass house is ideal, by the way who was at the door?”
    “Well it was a welcome committee; they brought these flowers and this cake”.
    She walked past him, went outside opened the bin dumping the items inside and returned.
    “Not very appreciative of you Anne, throwing those away”.
    “Well the Lilies affect my breathing and the cake; one never knows where it was mixed or baked”.
    “Oh by the way, as they left they pointed out no additional buildings are permitted, it seems your glasshouse will have to come down”.
    “They added the chief planner lives just down the road you can anticipate a visit next week.”
    “Bastards, I will go and check”.
    He left the room went into his study, after a search he found his copy of the deeds and arrived down stairs with a drooped chin
    “They are correct, it does say no additional building, caravans, vans, Lorries to name but some".
    “From the way they looked when I told them you had been a policeman, it seems they are also banned”
    “Seems we have arrived at the nicest shit house in the whole country,” he said as he went and shut himself away in his study.
     
     
    PART THREE
     
    MORE DEAD COPS
     
    Jock Peters, ex sergeant once of the Cheshire Police, now retired had taken up the civilian post as Coroners Officer.  He arrived at the hospital porters lodge, knocked on the door to which a voice responded, “Come in Jock”.
    He went inside. Fred the dead the mortuary assistant was already holding the keys. 
    “Come to do these two coppers have you Jock?”
    “Ah laddie a bad business two young men in their early thirties sounds