Anyone for tennis?

                               What's this we see as we approach the coffee shop window?
Has Joe suddenly swung into athletic mode? Is this the latest in sport? There he is prancing round the tables brandishing a raquet at 6-30 in the morning.

No!- This we learn is the ultimate weapon against the mosquito. Fed by battery,one click of a button issues a short sharp noise, somewhere between a crack and a snap,
and without fail the offending creature is 'taken care of.'

Can you guess what I carried on our way home? -A present from Joey! He  had decided that, despite its admirable qualities and fine performance, if he continued to use it so enthusiastically, in full view of all who passed, his mental equilibrium might come into question, and he might lose a few customers!

Oh well, you never know what you come across on your morning walk.We now possess the latest anti-mosquito weapon, and the only problem  is-I can't kill the smallest being, not even that insidious,buzzing, sly, disturbing night-time  horror.
                                                Maureen.

P,S.-As an afterthought, and in empathy with my Scottish links, here is good old Kenneth McKellar  and  the sad story of the Scottish mosquito equivalent-----The Midges! ---(My Dad enjoyed this one!)