It’s raining - absolutely horrible out there. The ground is sodden and claggy and all I can hear is rain rain rain, lashing against the windows.
There’s not a lot I can do outside.
So I decide to clean the daughter’s bedroom instead. I put on my gas mask, radiation suit and rubber gloves and, clutching a large bottle of disinfectant, I venture into the hovel.
It’s not as bad as I feared. And so I decide to tackle under the bed.
Well I pull out the usual assortment of knickers and socks, mouldy apple cores, crisp packets and sweet wrappers.
Then I pull out two small Tupperware boxes. I wondered where those had gone. I’m not too sure about that brown semi-liquid stuff that’s slopping about inside them though. Good job they’re sealed. I put them to one side to deal with later.
And then I spot the box.
The lid is askew and I can see some shrivelled up leaves and a few twigs in it. As I pull it towards me I notice… the airholes.
I make a hasty retreat.
Exactly WHAT is loose in my daughter’s bedroom?