Marge
'Never shit on your own doorstep, ' how many times have I heard that saying? I don't think one actually intends to do so but inevitably it happens. This happened to me, after over ten years living next door to Marge and Reg. It all started with Reg having to fly east to his brother's funeral. He asked me to drop him off at the airport, which I did, and promised to pick him up when he returned in three days. That evening late I had a knock on the front door and when I opened it in...