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Edna the Evacuee
Edna The Evacuee had a perpetually worried look about her. It wasn't down to the trauma of leaving her mother, two grandmas, two grandads, three slightly bonkers maiden aunts, eight siblings and Eric the cat behind in their two up two down terraced house in Tooting.
No, it was the thought that she'd have to spend the war with weird Miss Brewster. The entire war. With Weird Miss Brewster. In Yorkshire...
Some might mock, but Edna made tuppence a week treading those elderberries for Mrs Fox's illicit still behind the pig pen...
Penny might have been registering mild alarm at the price of cod liver oil, but that was nothing to the shock she'd have when Edna opened that box...
Once again, on the stroke of midnight, Miss Brewster was awakened by a terrifying vision stood at the bottom of her bed. "I can't sleep" it muttered, "There's a big black and white thing with horns mooing over your back hedge..." Miss Brewster frowned and reached for her spectacles, "It's Daisy or Cowslip from Bell End Farm," she explained, "Either that or the vicar's been on the wormwood tea again..."
The most annoying thing about an air raid was a twelve year old evacuee with no respect for personal space. It occurred to Victoria that at the very least Miss Brewster might have doctored the child's Ovaltine with a nip of whisky or failing that bought the bottle down into the shelter for adult medicinal purposes...
Between the Home Guard and Edna, fifth columnists had bugger all chance of making a go of it in Little Hope. Brown Owl was confident that Edna would be the first member of Swallow Patrol to attain her counter-espionage badge.