On the whole, I quite like children.
Provided they are quiet, polite, aren’t the spawn of Skobies or tourists and generally keep out of my way, I get on very well with them.
Tonight is, of course, their night.
Usually I just lock the gates and electrify the door knocker [for those who are rude enough to climb over the gates] but tonight I thought it was time for a treat.
Earlier this morning, I called down to the chemist. Out the back of the shop, there is a skip where they fling all the disused drugs, and I had a grand old root around in it. I found some very interesting stuff. I brought some samples home, and have been grinding them up. I’m not sure exactly what they are, as most of them weren’t labelled, but there are loads of tablets and a few bottles of interesting liquids that I used to make a solution out of the resulting powder.
I shall spend the afternoon injecting the results into various bits of fruit.
I think the local children should be grateful. They certainly will be happy. A few of the boys might develop breasts which will give them endless amusement in the cold winter nights. Doubtless, I will cure a lot of sniffles and coughs that they may have, and if they don’t, they’ll be immune for the rest of the winter.
Life should be interesting in the neighbourhood tomorrow as all the various side effects kick in.
I can’t wait.