In which something frightens George

Yesterday evening I was in here - the study - working when George came scurrying in and hid under the desk. Before he disappeared I spotted that his face was filthy.

He'd been playing in the garden so I went to find out what had scared him so.

It appeared to be a daffodil bulb.

The path was covered with earth and there was a big hole in the flower-bed. Peeking out of the hole, uncovered by frantic digging, was a large daffodil bulb. Husband will not be amused. We had better cover it up before he comes home tonight.

I have my own WMD.

xx