A woman from the social services knocked on
my door this morning.

“We’ve had a complaint,” she said,
“Apparently you’ve not been looking after
your 4-year-son properly.”

“That’s rubbish,” I said, “He’s absolutely
fine.”

“Do you mind if I come in and see him?” she
asked.

“Be my guest,” I said, “He’s in the third cage
on the right.” …read more