Bad night. Woken at 0430 by the mouse hound pack chasing something around the house. Peered out bedroom door only to have hair parted by a Brown Flying Whotsit (aka a mogwai). Much flapping of towels and pillowcases failed to catch said intruder as it flew "bumps & circuits" through the big hall, up the stairwell, along the corridor (past Boudoir willk
) and down over the balcony to repeat the process. It finally went to ground inside the ceiling rose of an electric light where it spent the night complaining. Mrs willk is not a happy woman. I must get ladders and high things today to scale the 13' to the fitting.
As for the catch, I'm undecided. Strawberry nets or a tennis racquet?