Great Uncle Percy was Hide and Seek World Champion. He hid in September 1939 and no-one saw him again until autumn 1945 when he turned up with an impressive tan and demanded a prize. He insisted that he had no idea there’d been a war on, on account of spending the entire time up an apple tree in a remote part of Kent.
Great Auntie Harriet wasn’t having any of it. She’d dedicated herself to the war effort (although we were never quite sure on which side), and shot him in the chest with her pistol. She later admitted she was aiming for his face but it’s difficult to aim when you’re wearing a gas mask (which she continued to do until 1958 when she suffocated in a Swedish steam room).
Unfortunately their relationship never improved and shortly after his release from hospital Percy vanished once more. This time permanently. Speculation about his whereabouts continued until new owners moved into the house and found his skeleton under a patio that Harriet had laid. You’d have thought she’d have seen him hiding underneath, wouldn’t you?
I often wondered why Aunt Harriet walked in that odd fashion, now I have
the answer. It is hardly surprising having laid a "Patio". Should have
stuck with laying Uncle Percy
I would have thought she would have seen him, too...but he was a world
champion, so perhaps he was just too skilled for his own good.