I've just killed a fly after an epic battle. So there I was quietly doing some maths in my study when this blue bottle (who I shall henceforth call Einstein) flew in through the open window.
"No problem" I thought, flicking the glove of death (old ski glove) usually does the trick. Not with Einstein. I swear this fly was taunting me, flying just out of reach. Eventually I got the heavy artillery out (large dish towel) but still it lived.
Finally I cornered it to a window. Fired the artillery (flicked the tea towel). Missed and broke a vase standing on the ledge. By now I swear this fly is laughing at me.
Anyway, long story short, the glove of death finally got it. Arrogant bastard landed on my desk innit?
Hey ho. Off to buy a vase I go afore I get in trouble with the missus.
"No problem" I thought, flicking the glove of death (old ski glove) usually does the trick. Not with Einstein. I swear this fly was taunting me, flying just out of reach. Eventually I got the heavy artillery out (large dish towel) but still it lived.
Finally I cornered it to a window. Fired the artillery (flicked the tea towel). Missed and broke a vase standing on the ledge. By now I swear this fly is laughing at me.
Anyway, long story short, the glove of death finally got it. Arrogant bastard landed on my desk innit?
Hey ho. Off to buy a vase I go afore I get in trouble with the missus.
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