Back at home, Betty decided that she simply had to raid her emergency rations and settled down with a noodle snack. (Frustratingly, she had to be content with one flavoured with beef and tomatoes as it was the only one that was left!) 'How bizarre', she thought to herself. It did seem particularly odd that she should encounter so many random acts of violence, peril and nastiness. Just three days earlier she had had to strain every last noodle in her body as she circumvented an out of control car from careering into the path of an unsuspecting elderly lady who was trying to negotiate herself and her zimmer frame from one side of the road to the other. A week before that, she had thwarted the attempts of a most unscrupulous confidence trickster from defrauding the good citizens of Ystranglus with an ingenious scam that he had been brazenly operating right in front of the local pound shop. She felt a little frazzled by the day's exertions and so got up to go to bed (keeping tight hold of the waist of her trousers as she did, ensuring that on this occasion they stayed exactly where they were meant to be.)