Lottie was about to continue her tirade telling her wayward son just how low he had fallen in the pecking order of favourites among her children. She was also giving serious consideration to whacking her offspring with her rolling pin - he certainly was behaving with as much sense as a shapeless mass of dough but - that scream! Lottie's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with alarm. As the men of the house dashed for the front door, Lottie hugged the doorframe for protection.