Mrs Bennet the wasp killer

Monday, August 11 08

Overnight Mrs Bennet had turned into a wasp killer. She wasn't proud of her achievements but she had swatted seven stingers with a variety of implements including a wooden spoon and a fish slice. The Bennet's tent looked like a giant wasp with its orange and black skin so it was hardly surprising the life-size version felt at home inside. Unfortunately the little Bennets - particularly the twin Bennets - didn't feel at home a) in a tent and b) in a tent with wasps. Screams, panic and general commotion prompted Mrs Bennet to change career. She was now professional pest remover. She would argue that she was only following her husband's example. At some unearthly hour, all she could see was the silhouette of a man armed with a spoon, frantically hitting the air. It looked more like an hilarious war dance and it made her giggle.
That was her only laugh of the day. Outside it spat and spewed and Mrs Bennet missed Mr Latte. Her mother-in-law had sent a text to see how they all were. It didn't take Mrs Bennet long to respond: "We're dry inside the tent, but drowned rats when we're out. The kids are squabbling and I want to come home!"