All fairy stories need a witch and it wasn’t too long before one turned up. I think it was just after we’d all spent the weekend at Charlie’s family cabin that the letter arrived. The Wicked Witch of the West was coming to town!
I didn’t believe how horrible she could be at first. I thought that Angie was having a touch of the green eyed monster. Carolynne (WWW) had decided that Angie was the worst kind of dumb blonde. The situation wasn’t helped as Angie was helping me with a project at the library for the kids during the summer holidays (later abandoned), so was studying a pile of children’s books at the time. Carolynne wanted Charlie to move so that he could join the project she was working on; later we discovered that she intended to take the credit for his ideas. Angie also discovered Carolynne downloading some of Charlie’s work. Then came the fateful lunch….