Nobody would believe David that he saw lumps moving along the living room walls. Perhaps that was for the best, who knew how the lumps would react if somebody else saw them.
Ian Woodhead is just past the age of forty. He lives in the north of England and is married to a wonderful woman. He has forgotten how many children he has. He had been writing for nearly twenty years but has only just gained the confidence to start showing his work. Ian finds it a little creepy writing about himself in the third person.
I really enjoyed this story, but I have to agree with previous reviewers, I thought that it could have been a tad longer. Thank you Ian for the fun read! (I am currently reading The Unwashed Dead)