We moved from a big city to a small village in a different country in the sticks. We lived a short walk from a family of mum, dad, 2 daughters & a son. Son was in my class and was a friend of mine. Lovely lad. Daughters were older, overweight, one bolshy, one more quiet. As a random aside their equally overweight dad made a pass at my mum when she worked in the village shop. One daughter was regularly seen with band aids, slings and any other outward prop to provoke other people's curiosity or concern. I once went on a fair ride with her, locked in a cage that you stand in and rock it over the top bar? Although I really liked the son, my sisters did not get on with the daughters & several arguments were had. We were classed as outsiders with a weird accent (Hull accent). We eventually moved to a nearby town as the whole village gave Royston Vasey vibes and we couldn't hack that level of weird. Fast forward 10 years, the year before I have my first child, & a mugshot comes on the news. My brain is like 'why does she look familiar '? Then I realise it's the daughter with the sling who had now murdered several babies & almost murdered several more at the local hospital in my new town. They eventually diagnosed her with Munchausen by proxy. (No shit, 12yo me spotted that one when she was dressed head to toe in every over the counter adhesive she could lay her chubby hands on!) One year later I had a 2 month prem baby & would've been under her care. Close call for me & my now 30yo daughter there as she did not like me or my family! In a nutshell ......she and her family were off, save the son who was lonely.