Waiting for my man: the exterminator cometh
This morning I woke up early, slid my coveralls over my nightie, and sat down with my tea to wait for the exterminator, as I do every second Saturday of the month. He is very important to my tranquillity and peace of mind. Some people don’t mind the pitter-patter of multiple feet, but I prefer my guests to be upright-walkers. The cartoon is one of Crawford’s latest.
Now, where is that exterminator! I want to go to the beach!