
The mail tower's bats have been landing in broad daylight these past few weeks. Creatures of the night taking up daytime work, that's never happened in this house before.
Switch to a heavier leg strap. On my way up for a house call, I saw two of them flying back empty-footed.
Meanwhile my tax relief petition, not even a bat's bothered picking it up in twenty years.
Keeping a butler who counts even what happens in broad daylight may be the one mistake of my life.




