A small red-headed man walked into my bed and breakfast room and pushed aside all the work that I had laid out on the desk. Who was he? How dare he? Thank goodness I had already ditched the drugs sewn into the seam of the duvet cover.
On the breast of his white, neatly-pressed, short-sleeved shirt, I noticed that the man was sporting a small metal badge that displayed the name Richard.
‘Are you Richard Dunbar?’ I asked.
‘No’, he answered ‘But I do enjoy hearing his financial reports on Radio 4 Today.’