5
STRANGE ITEMS OF EQUIPMENT
It was the odd whistling noise that woke him in the early hours of the morning. He managed to extricate an arm from the enormous shape that seemed to be weighing him down and, glancing at his watch, made out with bleary eyes that it was coming up to five o’clock. Turning over with an effort, he came face to face with a great shaggy mass of hair, a tuft of which lifted every now and then to mark another round of whistling.
“Get off, Ben.” He tried to get to a more comfortable position, but his visitor just settled himself down more firmly, nestling up to him with a sigh of contentment. As the minutes ticked by, he couldn’t say what effect the shifting weight had, but he only knew that it resulted in a sudden and urgent need to visit the loo.
“For Pete’s sake
