Then one morning the nightmare happened. John and I were in bed together when I heard the landlady calling up the stairs - she was coming to empty the meter, which was in my room. We panicked. I wrapped myself in a sheet and fled into Dot's room, leaving John to his fate. I heard the landlady go in and, a few minutes later, come out and go back down the stairs. Baffled, I went back into my room. No sign of John. It took me a minute or two to work out that he was under the large pile of blankets, coats and clothing on the bed. He'd grabbed whatever he could see from around the room and piled it on top of himself. Gasping for air and red-faced, he crawled out, cursing the landlady. We thought we'd got away with it - until