STORY 4
I had moved to a cottage in North Wales several years ago because the location was ideal from both a romantic as well as a practical viewpoint with the emphasis on view.
Isolated on the mountainside though it was, with a splendid view of Bird Rock, the narrow gauge Tallylyn Railway connected me to the seaside resort of Towyn and the BR mainline service.
This ideal and yet isolated place made my business immune from casual visitors whilst providing me with fast and easy access to the facilities or services needed to satisfy any demands my business might require. Which is why my business adverts lacked any address other than the head offices in London and Manchester staffed by a secretary who exIsted to answer the phone and set up any meeting needed with the elusive Mr. Fangler

So dithering my way through a leisurely breakfast, I flipped my mental Rolodex, organising my assets until there was nothing left but to dial the enigmatic number provided and hope the result would be worthwhile as funds were getting a bit low and I had bills to pay and resources to acquire
The phone rang just as I was about to use it to call the number on the back of my card.

"Fangler here?" I enquired

"My name is Arthur Weasely, I'm a member of that large human minority the magic users of the Isles, (not the entertainment variety) and along with a few of us from the Ministry have been getting worried about interference from the electronics of the Others which lately have grown from being a mere nuisance to a downright menace.

Magic is simply another form of energy to which a few of us are sensitive and the Others are not although the truth is that many of them are but either don't recognise it as part of the electromagnetic spectrum or attribute it to a nervous or physiological condition.

When your lot started investigating high energy physics especially microwaves and radar, fascinating stuff by the way and the cavity magnetron, clever intuitive leap but it gave my department no end of problems.


"What department is that?"
I enquired hoping to recover my lost initiative from the verbal assault of Arthurs introduction.

Magic, eh? I thought, thats a new one. This might prove to be beyond the purview of my usual contractors. On the other hand this might prove to be an explanation for the reports of 'bugs' and 'gremlins' that so irritated administrators faced with such terms in the reports that were occasionally submitted by maintenance personnel in the RAF.

Arthur replied "Oh yes well my department is concerned with the misuse of muggle artifacts, thats to say everyday things you people commonly use which lend themselves to being misused with malicious intent. Exploding toilets, that sort of thing but worse than that sometimes lethal.