Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

There was a rat tat tat tat on the door, and Sonia started barking excitedly, hoping that it was someone coming to feed her. She would have been more hungry had she not licked up all the crushed mince pies off the floor. The barking and incessant knocking on the door roused the ex, who was sleeping off the eggnog in the spare room. Eventually he shuffled out and opened the door; the knocking had become dangerously insistent.

“Yes?” he said to the woman in the red cape standing on the doorstep. Inwardly, he groaned. “Batwoman, I presume?”

“Get out of my way, Alvin, you good for nothing lush, and what are you doing here anyway?”

“No idea, Gertrude, more to the point, what are YOU doing here?”

“Tis the season of good will, you arsewipe, where’s that idiot daughter of mine?”