Bob Adams resigned his job counting chocolates in a Liverpool sweet factory, to train as an Inspector for the RSPCA, Britain’s largest animal welfare charity, he had hoped to
while away his days in a quiet country ‘station’, far from the bustle of big
Superintendent George Arnold Pugh had other plans for Bob, however. Wappingdon was one of the busiest RSPCA ‘stations’ in Britain, with a population in excess of one million. Set in
the heart of the industrial English Midlands, the town had expanded rapidly
during the iron-ore revolution of the early twentieth century.
Horace O’Flynn, local broadcaster, mayor of Wappingdon and Big Chief of the Wappingdon
and District Branch of the Society, telephoned RSPCA Headquarters to complain that
the Wappingdon Inspector had just quit his job and
absconded with the Branch Treasurer’s wife, ‘Old Pugsy’
decided Bob would be the replacement.
there could be no appeal against this decision, Bob drowned his sorrows and
reluctantly headed for the Midlands, little realizing his posting had triggered
a chain of events that would cause him to thank ‘Old Pugsy’
from the bottom of his heart, for sending him to Wappingdon.