He was a very good boy at the vets, showing a keen interest in the other occupants of the waiting room. I thought he was just trying to hide from the vet when he dived under a chair; I didn’t see the cat looking terrified in his carrier.
Afterwards we stopped off in town and walked around the lake and small park. As we walked past the local council yard we came face to face with this giant, decaying papier mache clown. The stuff of nightmares to be sure. Clowns have always made me shudder and the fact that this apparition was disintegrating made it all the more grotesque.
(Coulrophobia – a fear of clowns)