The rat in the residence

Abstract

⇓ “It's all right, it's dead,” said Douglas. Janet stood on a chair in the middle of Douglas's room and screamed. “Eeeeeeeh.” “I said you can get down. It's dead.” Janet stayed on the chair. “I will not spend another night in this residence.” “We'll make a complaint. The hospital will sort it out.” “This hospital never sorts anything out. Besides, I can't sleep in a bed with a dead rat underneath it.” “I'll put the rat in the bin before we go to bed tonight.” “And what about Ratty's friends and relations?” “You're getting carried away now.” “Douglas, I cannot live here any longer. If you want us to be together then you will have to find us somewhere else to live.” “You'll feel better tonight.” “Twelve hours in casualty will not make me feel better. Go and find us somewhere else to live now.” “But it's Sunday. What can I do on a Sunday?” \* * *| “I've not got many friends,” said David Millstone. He put down his beer glass. “Nor me,” said James Fatterley. “Let's have another pint.” “I need some advice,” said David. “You're the psychiatrist,” said James. “It's Martha,” said David. “Now that we know she's not going …