A clever individual once wrote something along the lines of ‘eavesdroppers never hear anything they want to hear and it’s their own bally fault for eavesdropping anyway’.
Well, I imagine they wrote it rather better than that, certainly more succinctly, but I’m dashed if I can remember the exact phrase.
Anyway, the reason I’m grasping for sayings is that this particular one more or less sums up the position I found myself in whilst sitting in a tree at my Aunt Dahlia’s home, Brinkley Court.
The exact reasons for my being up the tree do not really need exploring, as they have very little bearing on the tale I am trying to relate.
Suffice to say my reasons were very valid and were a great deal to do with a teapot,
an irate Stilton Cheesewright and a German Shepherd who had taken an instant dislike to me and formed an unlikely alliance with the aforementioned Cheesewright.
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