Cesky Krumlov: Hello, Beardy
Sunday, December 18th, 2005rustle rustle……. silence
rustle…..
“Did you hear that?” whispered Bec across the pillow, through the darkness.
rustle…..rustle rustle…….silence
“Yeah. Is that…….is that a mouse?” I asked, hoping like hell it wasn´t.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Should I turn the light on?”
“Yeah, better.”
It was the middle of the night, our last night in Cesky Krumlov. To escape the mouse upstairs, the one that chewed up my headphones, and to get some much needed privacy we had moved downstairs into a double room. But it seemed it wasn´t as private as we´d hoped; it was sounding as though the mouse had moved with us. I leant over and switched on the light, rubbing my eyes in the sudden brightness. We both looked in the direction of the noise. It had been coming from Bec´s side of the bed, where our bags laid against the wall. Bec slapped the cupboard that sat next to our bags, hoping to scare it out. Nothing. She then lashed out at her own bag, giving it a mighty wallop near the base. As she did so, a little grey blob went flying across the room. Bec gave a shreik, and I jumped back, startled. Being blind as a bat and without my glasses, at first I thought it was, well, a bat.
Dave