When I was growing up, there was a woman in our Devon village called Sylvia, who was known as the Bat Lady.She didn't live in a grotto dripping with stalactites, but in a 1960s detached four-bedroom house, with carpeting up the side of the bathtub and a serving hatch in the kitchen.She was known as the Bat Lady not because she stalked alleys in latex, but because she rescued and rehabilitated injured bats.
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