“Well, if the results show a vast improvement let me know, Jennifer, and I’ll reimburse you, Howard,” Peter stated.“I thought it was Mr Howard...” Freda Mallory tentatively asked.“A mix up in the appointment records by the receptionist,” Jennifer sighed. “As Mrs Goodfried was none too keen on Howard being employed he chose discretion over valour in not correcting the mistake in front of her.”“Oh my,” Freda giggled. “Forgive me for giving you such a hard time on Sunday, Howard. Elaine phoned me. ”“Oh,” the woman said with a frown. She didn’t know what she thought about a woman renting a room from a single man. She said, “He’s a nice enough young man. He has had it kind of tough since the economy took a downturn.”“Everyone has had it tough. It seems to me like the prices have gone up and the wages have gone down,” Abby said.The elderly woman nodded her head and said, “My investments have lost half of their value over the past year. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to survive on what. "Shana!" Cromwell cried. "At last. Where have you been?"His wife looked at him wanly. "Honey, I'm really tired." She clambered into bed beside him and closed her eyes. She actually seemed to smuggle close.Cromwell stared at her incredulously. "Shana, it's --" he glanced at the bedside clock -- "it's 3 a.m.! Where have you been?" mm not sure," she mumbled, without opening her eyes. "Thin' I wzz 'ducted. These two men ... put me 'n van." WHAT!" He sprang up in bed. "What? I mean, how? Who? Did. Actually Canterbury Cathedral hosts an Archbishop, even the highest one in ranking. The guy who conducts Royal Weddings - like in St. Paul's, the Cathedral of London.After dessert we take a second stroll, first all the way around the Cathedral. Next we study the wooden board left of the giant entrance doors, with the information on hours for Mass at Sundays. And the closing time during weekdays, we were looking for. Stroll three is a walk inside, checking all dark corners for a proper hide.