“Quick, quick, come and see this!” Lady Mantle called out frantically.
His Lordship and myself dropped our croquet mallets and ran at full pelt towards her plaintive calls.
“Is it a newt?” I asked
What other exotic creature could be lurking in the flower bed? A boomslang, an axolotl, a New Zealand flatworm?
Panting after our exertion, having run a full 10m without a pit stop, we demanded:
“What have you found that is so exciting we had to drop everything and rush to your side?”
“A really big worm”
Lord Mantle looked at me. I looked at him. We sighed in unison and walked away muttering “a worm” and “not even a very big one”.
As we retreated we could hear Her Ladyship exclaiming:
“Look! It’s as big as a snake, enormous, come back!”
Attention seeking again. When will we learn?
There is no photo of the “enormous” worm. I hope you aren’t disappointed. Instead you have a picture of a canna seedpod, just ready to drop its contents to the ground.