It is the morning of the Rectory Garden Party, an annual event where over 20 members of the congregation gather to sit in the sun and nibble on egg sandwiches and freshly made gingerbread. Of course today it is raining and as they are never known to let something like bad weather spoil their fun, the Rector is frantically tidying the house and wondering how many chairs one can fit into a very small space.
Today is also the day of Lucy Pussy’s first kill. The massacre took place on the lawn and then continued through the open window, through the newly Hetty’d lounge (Hetty is pink version of Henry Hoover), past Son #1’s screaming girlfriend in the hall, and up the newly polished stairs. At this point the half dead pigeon broke free and flew over the newly laundered table cloth on said table, and up the venetian blinds spewing feathers and blood everywhere. Son #1 kindly captured the bleeding pigeon in a bucket and it has now flown off as far as its one wing would take it. Lucy Pussy is pretty cheesed off that her lunch has been removed before she’d even got to the innards properly and is making her protest known by mewing loudly.
The garden looks like a duvet burst.
And they arrive in an hour or so.