The Tuesday morning after the August Bank Holiday was busy. I’d had a houseful for the weekend and was en route to my local landfill site to dispose of the detritus from entertaining when I got a call.
It was my agent. ‘Thames Valley Police are trying to get hold of you,’ he said.
My blood ran cold, my mind was racing. Just weeks after my Reform and former Tory colleague of many years, Ann Widdecombe, was brutally murdered in her Devon home, my first thought was there was some sort of threat to my life.
My agent sensed my fear. ‘They are
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