The bat I mentioned the other day made another appearance, this time hanging on the wooden windowblind slats in Three's room. I got a wet towel and grabbed him and let him loose in the garden - the bat, I mean.
Then I read online that if a bat has been in a house with sleeping people then everyone needs some anti-bat venom because you might have been bitten and you could easily die, due to the bat being a carrier of all sorts of diseases, all of which have the distinction of killing you quick-smart and having no cure once they take hold.
I called the medical centre whose receptionist said, "oh my son was bitten by a bat once." Then she went on and on about how long it took to get ill, how long it took to recover and what the after effects were and one day he'll walk again, praise the Lord and Hail Mary! and I wanted to shout, Hey! We're all dying here!
Of course, the only advice was to go to the local hospital. Having been to the local hospital before I can tell you I'd only use it if I needed a large car park so I could stop and polish my wing mirrors. I mean, I'd rather die than go there again.
Anyhow, it seems Five has now contracted some big flu type thing which for a moment or two I thought might have been down to the bat but apparently if you get bat flu you die very quickly indeed so I'm guessing it's not that as he is now fighting with Three over a Lego Star Wars drone ship and you have to be fit to do that, what with the punches being thrown and the wrestling moves.
I was going to continue with Mr Wolf (the novel madam, the novel...) today but with both of them at home I decided I'd be better employed making coleslaw (which I've done) and lamb stir fry with black bean sauce and rice, which I'll start doing now, once I can get hold of that damned frisky lamb.
Honestly, I feel like a housewife!
But I'm not sure where I can find one at such short notice.