A tale of elephant hunting by lamplight.
This morning I was late. 4.40 the clock said. I stumbled down and out of the door carrying my torch and pots. Rain! Well, drizzle really but enough to be a nuisance. I peered into the trap and my eyes lit up to match the mercury vapour lamp. Two elephants! Small and regular size.
Daubed in Max Factor they stared glumly at me as I secured them in my largest pots. Then I carried on grabbing other goodies as I burrowed my hands into the imaginary sawdust of the lucky dip. Maybe a dozen pots went into the pocket before I left the trap, still shining, to return to the dry.
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