An orderly household was always the aim of Major Jago Higginbotham. Retired from active service in his beloved regiment, the ‘King’s Kittens’, he had taken rather slowly to Operation Dusting and the doing battle with the mop, clunking around with the help of his duck-headed cane.
He found his energy to cope with all this cleaning and fussing through a diet consisting entirely of meat. There being no force on earth that could have diluted his carnivorous appetite for comestibles comprising of flesh.
Yet, even the best laid plans of mice and retired majors come off awry when one slips on a floor too smoothly polished and you tumble into the sausage mincer being operated in the kitchen and end up as fine fat bangers.
