‘No, leave ’em where they are. They don’t take a lot of room,’ he decided.
We went into the building and had some tea at an improvised canteen that a pleasant-faced, middle-aged woman had competently set up there.
‘He thinks,’ I said to Josella, ‘that I’ve got a bee in my bonnet over triffids.’
‘He’ll learn—I’m afraid,’ she replied. ‘It’s queer that no one else seems to have seen them about.’
‘These people have all been keeping pretty much to the centre, so it’s not very surprising. After all, we’ve seen none ourselves today.’
‘Do you think they’ll come right down here among the streets?’
‘I couldn’t say. Maybe lost ones would.’
‘How do you think they got loose?’ she asked.
‘If they worry at a stake hard enough and long enough, it’ll usually come in the end. The breakouts we used t
