Like a coiled spring

The Blippet has the right idea. Feigning sleep in front of a log fire was without doubt the best strategy. I, on the other hand, attended Eve's singing class with her to see what she's been learning before coming home to find nine teenage girls getting ready for the school disco in our house. Just when it couldn't get more feverish the taxi failed to turn up meaning me and Mrs Smith had to ferry them round to the venue. As I'm on duty for the drive home later I can't even have a recuperative dram. Move over whippet.