Being able to control a roomful of nine year-olds – not many people can do that, and the other one is very good at it. The problem is, it’s gone to his head, he’s got some God like complex thinking everything bends to his will, including the animal kingdom, Minx our cat of course having remembered his reprimand from six months earlier not to bring us any presents. Course she did. Needless to say, he wasn’t very godlike when minx deposited a dead rat at my feet. He wasn’t even remotely Dr Doolittle. Me, I was like David, I got my dustpan (long handled admittedly) and brush, and pushed the not yet stiff body onto the pan and scurried out into the garden and threw it.
NOT.VERY.FAR. I was like David. Still s**t at throwing then.
We’re both bloody useless.