Birds on the Balcony and bats in the garage

I was much too busy giving silent thanks that it hadn’t been me who surprised the bat.

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Locking up here is a long-winded business.  Every door, internal and external, locks with a key.  Three doors on the ground floor, three on the first, plus the garage door.  Hopefully that’s everything covered.  I’m glad B seems to look upon this as his job!  Last night I was very tired and went straight down to bed while he did his rounds.  (The novelty of saying ‘down to bed’ continues to amuse me…)  Once in the bedroom, I heard the rumble of the garage door closing; clearly we – actually I – had forgotten about it earlier.

“I got a fright in the garage,” B told me when he finally joined me in the bedroom. “I went into the garage from the house, and a large bat flew out!  I’ve christened it Joan, after your mother!” It took me until the next day to figure out why he was calling it after Mum; I was much too busy giving silent thanks that it hadn’t been me who surprised the bat.  I like bats… In their place… Which is not in our garage!  ‘The Old Bat’ can sleep elsewhere, thank you!

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