Last night we went to see Harry Potter. As we were getting ready to go I took a jacket from the overfull row of hooks in the hall and put it on. As I moved it made a noise as if one of it's many zips was flapping. I decided to have a quick pee before leaving and as I sat on the loo it made the noise again: odd. I sat stock still and the noise continued for a few seconds, then stopped. As I washed my hands it started up again. This irritated me somewhat, I hadn't noticed this jacket making noises before. In the hall the noise continued, it sounded like a factory full of zips being tortured by magnets. Deciding it wasn't right I began to take the jacket off examining it as I did so. With it off on my left side but still on on my right I looked at the pockets and cuffs and jiggled them slightly: 'what on earth are you doing?' Bob asked me. I told him about the noise: he listened as I gave the jacket a shake, 'it's just a zip,' he said.
I made to put the jacket back on and the noise started up wildly. Bob frowned, 'take it off,' he said. I took it off and handed it to him, he turned it around, examining the zips and fastenings. Stevie, who by now had joined us, pointed at the studs on the collar, 'it's those,' he said. Bob gave it a shake. Metal flapped and scraped against metal: 'it's the zips!'
'OK. It's just that... it doesn't usually make such a noise.'
He peered inside. 'It must be the... oh not it's not,' he said, 'it's a bat!'
I had been worrying a little brown bat that had taken up residence in the oxter of my jacket! Bob made for the garden and once outside gently laid the jacket, replete with bat, on a chair. The poor thing was quivering so I took a quick snap and we let it alone.
I had to wear a different jacket to the cinema.
When we got back the bat was gone. I hope he/she enjoyed feasting on the bugs that fill the air of an evening around here, and has now found somewhere to sleep where he/she won't be disturbed by my armpits again.