On a moonless ,freezing night , an exhausted Beast gratefully snuggled beneath his (Pristine and fragrant ) duvet hoping for 8 solid hours of warm and peaceful slumber.
My hopes were soon dashed by the hellish insistent ringing of the bedside phone.
Was the house on fire ???
Had all Beasts relatives perished in a bizarre stewed apple related accident ???
Was this the long awaited call up to be the new Mr Madonna???
Sadly no , it was a bullish Mr C demanding I immediately cast the duvet aside , sprint to my Personal Computer , sign on to the purveyor of universal tat Ebay with all haste and order 50 squeaking rubber ducks.
All excuses and varied cursings and pleadings were brusquely brushed aside.
Cafe C required rubber ducks , the whole future of food related retailing in west Dorset depended on it and my feeble bleatings and general feckless shilly shallying were just typical , workshy , office lackey behaviour.Get a backbone etc etc
So eventually I capitulated , and stumbled off into the freezing dark .
Now The Beast's question to you is , what unusual requests have you fielded from beneath your duvet (This ought to be good).???
And did you comply ???