Ipswich was the closest station to the little,

Ipswich was the closest station to the little, ramshackle cottage Lorna's aunt called "home". A thatched roof that seemed to leak even on sunny days and a damp smell of mildew

permeating the entire shack. She wondered how anyone could manage to live there, let alone all the kids that Lorna's aunt, the batty old thing, kept taking in on odd days. They did

their best. All twenty kids ate from the same plate, washing it between servings. They slept in six hour shifts, 5 kids in the full sized bed. Lorna's Aunt kept a spread sheet.

It was the only way they could all manage. Then one day #3 of the 20 kids came down with a stomach virus. Within days they all got it, including Lorna's Aunt. The house smelled

to the tub. Then when that was filled as well, the the trails of shit meander all over the house like a jolly trolley of folly.. It wasn't just the 20 children but Lorna & her aunt

Bernice, who all had to move because no-one had the strength to clean it all up. The new apartment was too small for 20 kids and 2 spinsters. Lorna and Bernice had to put them in

the overhead baggage compartment (the apartment was made of recycled airplanes), and the rest in various cupboards in the bathroom. At no extra cost, the kids received a pile of

peanuts on an airline towel on the floor of the cabin in the empty wheelchair space. Parents told the kids to bring back peanuts for them as well. There were 13 kids & 2 infants on

the plane, and the pilot got sick of the kid noise and the depletion of the peanut supply. He dove the plane suddenly. The kids rolled toward the cockpit as he opened the bomb bay.