“Oh, the packets! Oh, yes, perhaps there is something in the storeroom, thank you Geoff.”
She lifted up the counter hatch and led him through the beaded curtains to the rear of the shop. Everything seemed clean and neat, nothing out of the ordinary. Except, Geoff suddenly realised, there was no stock whatsoever on the floor, so the little devils must be climbing up the metal racking to get to the food! He'd soon put paid to that, he thought, and got down on his hands and knees to start placing the traps in each corner of the room and next to the small holes in the skirting board. Elsie watched the process in silence, but seemed happy enough that someone had come to assist. After laying the last contraption, Geoff scrambled to his feet and brushed his trousers.
“I'll come back tomorrow to
