How exciting! Today, the back portion of a rat lay upon the mat when I came downstairs, right in the middle, on display.
Later, the front portion appeared under the washing line, with a horde of wasps buzzily lunching on it.
Do you think it's a costume from a miniature theatre company?
Tonight I shall lay in wait with a torch, wearing my red velvet party dress (haven't got one really), with some ice cream to hand plus a set of opera glasses, to catch them at it, tiny chaps with rat costumes strapped on to their bodies, acting out an earnest suburban drama.
Eat yer heart out, Mike Leigh, we got it all in the gardens of Barnet, sarcastic scripts, awkward pauses, embarassing wives, fake champagne (what's that stuff called?), seventies desserts.
Miniature actors.
Rat costumes.
We got it all.
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