register what I had saw but a little pause for thought
and a swift back peddle made sure that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. Someone had caught a rat and tied it by its tail with a strip of fabric to a metal pipe which was fitted to the wall. The poor little sod
was scampering up the pipe, running out of slack,
freefalling to the bottom then scampering back up again.
As I stood taking in the scene I watched the little critter bungee jump a dozen times whilst everyone carried on working oblivious. "Excuse me" I asked
"but what the hell is that?". "A rat Mr Steve" was the answer I got. "I can see that, what is it doing there?".
"Running up and down the pole Mr Steve" was the reply. At this point I exploded into a cloud of bad language and instructed the nearest person very firmly
to remove it from the premises. The last we saw of it was a red piece of binding flapping around the hedge
bottom like a kite tail. I'm sure the factory cat found it
entertaining!.
