So there I was., after a night of slightly premature outdoor cinematic fun, ready for bed, diligently filing my receipts when a hideous black monster jumps out of the ‘accounts’ folder.
After a few minutes of girlish screaming and embarrassing fright I leapt to my bare feet (ieh!) ran over to my desk to get a cup and trapped the unspeakable horror that was making its way towards my bed, possibly to go and die under my headboard.
And it has been there ever since.
There it lives, sitting snugly next to my bed stand. I’m debating whether I should use it for exposure therapy, teach it tricks, maybe give it a name? Or maybe I should be a man and take it outside to feed it to the cockatoos.
I am undecided so far, and mortally afraid of doing my accounts.