The Trouble With Bats

That bat's gone too far this time, I caught him sneaking in at about midday -which is well past his normal roosting time - with a very battered felt hat, a duffel coat about the right size for a small bear and a suitcase full of marmalade sandwiches. He was very evasive about what he'd been up to although I did rather get the impression that he's been somewhere in the vicinity of Paddington. Needless to say he's been packed off the the Lichen Fort until he has explained what he's been up to. And before you animal liberationists get any ideas Mister Squeaky is an urban Giant Rubber Goth Bat and does not do countryside.