Gone

We only had a couple of hours notice.

One day he was busy catching and dismembering rodents, the next he decides that his house is not up to scratch, and he must move out whilst repairs are made. He crashes around the house like a hurricane, throwing possessions into boxes with a gay abandon. He says that he will come back for the grand piano...I tell him I will look after it whilst he is gone.

"When will you be back?" I ask.

"Next year," he mutters. "Some time next year."

Thankfully my quick-wittedness has saved the day. I am able to pass surveillance onto another agent, codename "Short Andy". He will file regular reports whilst the subject is out-of-village.