I was watching our Lady Penelope as she sat with those two old women. She didn't notice, but I did, their exceptionally hairy, muscular legs sticking out beneath those patchwork skirts. There was something strange about them two, like, I knows those Spanish women are hairy and all, but they needed a good electrolysis job if you ask me. There was something fishy about them, and that bloody card game, full of Triads and all, maybe they's the Spanish mafiosi?

One of them kept calling the other one Nigella or something, bloody Spanish names. I just looked after Lady Penelope, who came over all strange after she wrote the letter, and I gave it to that nice Alfonso who keeps hanging about, to take to the Post Office.

Rosie