wee beastie

it was just before bedtime and I was running out of time to get a blip for the day when I heard plaintive whimpers from the lounge. I went in to fiind Mrs Tom hunched on the chair, terror on her face, pointing to the rug in the middle of the floor. I looked where she was pointing and thought "camera" - I ran out of the room, grabbed the camera and returned. "bloody hell, I thought you were getting a glass and piece of card!" says Mrs Tom, dissapointed for some reason that I wasn't passing up this bliportunity.