
And at half past five, when the path was lit and everybody else was standing about being pleased, Wobbly said "what if one of them goes out" and got sent to check the lot, far end back.
I went along for the dark bits. Obviously I went along for the dark bits.
We found four things wrong. One leaning on a dry twig. One close enough to scorch the hedge. Two standing on soft ground that would have tipped the first time a foot went past.


