The tour of Julia Anscomb’s once beautiful home on the Sussex coast began in the kitchen.
“This is where we found Bailey,” she explained. Bailey is a lovable, shaggy-haired mongrel puppy and much loved family pet.
When Mrs Anscomb and her husband returned from a weekend away recently, Bailey was lying unconscious on the floor.
He’d been drugged. The incriminating evidence was left at the scene: discarded ecstasy tablets.
“He did eventually wake up, but for days he was very quiet, hardly moved and wouldn’t eat his food,” revealed a visibly distressed Mrs Anscomb yesterday.
Near the spot where the “comatose” canine was spreadeagled – and where Mrs Anscomb was now speaking – is a brand new luxury fridge. At least it used to be. Someone has vandalised it with a knife.
“It cost £600 and, as you can see, it is now covered in scratches,” said Mrs Anscomb. “It’s ruined.”
As for what happened to the washing machine (or, to be more accurate, on top of it), Mrs Anscomb, 37, could barely bring herself to say; she has been told it was where “group sex” had taken place.
