Chapter 2

Over the next couple of weeks, many faxes were sent, many phones were dialled and the F.I.T. (now at the full complement, since Kat had arrived) toiled long and hard to bring the House back from the dark side. To add to their troubles, the shower had been taken over by an evil demon that meant that the temperature was either stone cold or boiling hot (Jo was used to this having spent the previous year incarcerated in the Portsmouth Open Gulag, sorry the YMCA); the shed at the end of the garden had evolved into a new creature that groaned whenever the F.I.T. went outside...

Then there was the hot water boiler that required a new part, the electricity meter that decided to budget one unit at a time, the interestingly antique hoover, the mildew in the shower, the sink in the bathroom that refused to drain away water... on one day, the F.I.T. were visited by no less than 5 workmen in 2 hours.

Meanwhile at Castle CRAP, Brassy Women was planning her new strategy: by appearing to do some work for them, maybe she could throw the F.I.T off the scent and stop them from pestering her... it was getting in the way of her world domination plans. So she called forth a select band of her trogladytes and acolytes and said "Go forth unto the house and mend and fix and lull the F.I.T. into a false sense of security. Oh and see what you can do about the things that are festering in the shed while you're at it, will you, there's a love"

And lo... the trogladytes did go to the house, and the boiler was fixed, and the shed was cleared, and smoke alarms were attached to strategic points on the ceiling. And the F.I.T. were pleased: "Maybe they're not such a bunch of useless t****" they thought, "lets give them another chance". And there children, was the mistake; for you should never trust people with offensively pink and false nails.

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