No Hiding Place

Only people from the UK and of a certain age will understand this title.  But SHE remembers it very well, and I think she wishes she didn't because it makes her almost as old as Methuselah (whoever that is).

The other embarrassment (for HER not me) is that she always forgets to dust the little table under the chair, and seeing that she and the duster aren't best friends anyway, it gets pretty dusty.

Which is a bonus for me, because I reckoned if she never looks under the chair for dust or anything else, she'd not find me.

But she did.

No hiding place for me.  No place at all.