Where do old women go if they're hiding?

She might not have stopped running. I rather like the suggestion that you replace her, instead of confessing to the wife that she ran away. I'm sure any number of poor hags would love to take the role of your wife's mother. The biggest issue, of course, is your wife's mother probably isn't as uncouth as the toothless letch you hire for this masquerade. She will have to remain silent and wear a veil. Tell your misses that mum's contracted the Black Death and needs to be kept quarantine for some time. This will ease your lady into the inevitable conclusion that her matron will soon sleep forever. As for the hag, ply her with rum and opium, keeping her in a stupor and hopefully quiet.

Your mother in law might have hidden in the kitchen. Old ladies like the fire. If she hid in the woods of your estate, you might run across her skeleton in spring. Is there any sign of the wolf? If you can't find it, it could mean she bested the beast then consumed it. If the clues point to this direction, start carrying a rifle until you've found her. One tought bird!

Dear fellow, Your quandry is understandable!...The answer lies within a trick of wit!....Old women tend to get a little daft and Touched as thier own wits fail them; Eg ~ Batty. From this term we have obtained the moniker Old Bat, and from THAT we get the Ax "Bats in the Belfry".

Proceed with all due haste to the nearest Chapel tower and scour the Belfry; you will likely find her in the uppermost embrasure of the peak, just below the stormcap. If there are gaps between the stormcap and the crown, she may have stuff'd herself into the cowl! If any storms of considerable Dyn have swept though in the time that has passed from her disappearance to now, you may want to send a servant up the rafters to look, for if that belltower has taken a lightning strike, the Rod atop the crown may have conducted the energies into the cowl and cook'd her through and through. Having experianced such a sight (My fathers Mother..he sent me up to look...) I can tell you, you have no wish to see such a thing. I will make no greater mention of the most malodorous air she will, by then, be exuding.... Make no attempt to remove her if this has occured as she will only come out in rather messy chunks! If she is not Cook'd by lightning, you may be able to coax her out or down by telling her that the Queen has requested her presence for High Tea and would be honored to Pour for her. This will appeal to the womans Vanity, however benall she may be, and most certainly bring her 'round. Once you have her on Terra Firma, have the belfry boarded up and get her home as quickly as possible. When she asks where the Queen has gotten to, behave as though you never at all told her such a thing. She will excuse herself to her room with a case of Vapours and request bicarbonate for relief to disguise her embarrassment at realizing her mind is failing her.

I'm sure her screams where no doubt screams of delight, I really wouldn't worry yourself so; a full moon will bring her out,

Or perhaps you have a small servant that could dress a little red riding hood and draw the old boot out. But I sure you'll be keeping that outfit for yourself. As for the wife a large gin for the next year will see to her, she'll never even remember she had a mother.

Try the attic - that's where one usually finds old harridans. However, I don't recommend you tell your good lady that the harridan is dead, as she could be interested in the reading of the will, which would be suspended for 7 years unless a body is found.

Your wife's aunt is hiding in the "secret room" in your mansion. It's been a well hidden secret for so many years, that you weren't even aware of it. Somehow her aunt found out about this room, & that's where she's hiding, right now, as we speak........I mean type. In time, she'll come out of hiding.

I wouldn't tell your wife she is dead if indeed she is not, that could just complicate things. I would look behind the stairs, in the vanity in the bathroom, as a last resort maybe the carriage house.

Bein' 'umble....'ave e 'ad the servants thunderbox shed checked? The one mid the nettles...mile from the mansion. Easy to find zur it 'as lots of flies round 'un.

Sir Marmalade I saw it happen. Your aunt isn't hiding and it wasn't her screams you heard. She felt guilty about the harm she had done, and relented and took the wolf to the vet. They made friends and she is busy training him, beware!

Check the cellar - she has probably drunk herself into a stupor on your best old vintage wines to forget the horrid experience!!!!

She is in your loft sitting on an old basket chair,

but be careful as she is still in a state of shock.