Picture the scene: My husband, Rich, alone in the house, is settling down to his evening meal of fajitas, that had been lovingly made by his wife, me, before I went off house sitting! It’s late as he has had his obligatory couple of glasses of wine (slightly economical with the truth there!), the Welshies are finally settled down on the sofa, Daisy our big black and white cat is asleep on top of the armoir, and Rich is enjoying his meal, nom, nom, nom. All is well with the world

He hears a noise in our large chimney, and thought “what was that?” But carries on nom nomming on his fajitas. Suddenly all hell break loose, the Welshies are on the sofa barking, and Wiglet is jumping up an down on the back of the sofa snapping at what looks like a huge bat, but is in fact just a bat…