Last night, whilst I was standing at the back door smoking, I heard a rustle amongst the bin by the gate. A big rustle. Not a tiny mouse rustle, not even a hedgehog skittle.
My imagination has conjured up anything from a rather big cat, like a lion say, right through to a psycho axe wielding she devil type thing.
So obviously I chucked the fag and locked the door shut.
20 hours later. Meaning now.
Partner has gone to pick up kid and left the back door open.
Cue me having nicotine withdrawal.
Get up to go and have the drug.
There's some massive rustling going on in my kitchen.
I am no way going in there to be eaten by She Devil.
So I am trapped im my bedroom.
Wanting a fag and the 'Thing' out of my house.