When I was younger, I’d hear all the old people come out with the most extraordinary things – things you aren’t meant even to think these days, much less come out with in polite company. But actually, I’m beginning to see the point of it now. Beginning to see the attraction, as it were.
I enter the room. The gremlin squeaks with pleasure and wags so much that he falls over. Then he rolls around on his back waving his legs in the air. He also wets himself a little in his happiness, on the Persian rug.
sometimes I get the sense from the way that they all look at each other that they’re in on some sort of private joke that I’m not party to