“He’s standing there again,” Tilly pointed out the window. “Oh Tilly,” Brenda sighed. “Another reporter?” “No,” she said. “He’s not, mother. Come and look.” Sighing, Brenda got up from the kitchen table, carrying her coffee in one hand. “Must be some sort of Paparazzi, I expect,” Brenda said. Tilly turned her head. “I know paps […]