Today's Daily Telegraph reports a novel objection to a Planning Application in Tewkesbury.
Apparently a Mrs Barengaria Fitzhamon-Davis (Honest!) has objected to a flats conversion overlooking her property on the grounds that she will be unable to do her vacuum cleaning in the nude, which is her preferred dress.
I could not quite understand her comment 'When I am cleaning in the nude I feel like Freddie Mercury', I mean, we've all felt like that but where is she going to find him in Tewkesbury on a wet afternoon?
Thre must be a song in here somewhere! Off to the wood-shed!

FC