From Bats to batty

One of our drop-in regulars came in this afternoon with a bat (flying mamal kind, not the kind you use to beat people up, yet are still sold in sports stores in NI, even when there are apsolutly no teams for palying baseball).
He had just finished his math exam (boy, not bat) and saw it flying around the school. Realising that it was the bat equivelent to the death sentence to leave in in a Garvagh school, he took it with him. Some of the others in the drop-in acted as if they never saw a real animal in their lives: "Put it on the table tennis table while we play" and "see if it will go into your arm pit" were sudgested for uses of a wild animal. We pleaded for its release before it got out of hand. It was a kind act, saving the bat.

At Tesco this evening, while reversing out of my space, a mad man wizzed by me to park mostly in two dissabled spaces, and then ambled into the store with his wellys on. What a plank.