London
5 December 2017
Upon a whim and a notion.
Last year our Fool complained
that, for our Cambridge Mumming Play, he had to make do with a pink balloon on
a stick, instead of the jester’s traditional pig’s bladder.
Ever wishful to keep him
happy, I make a phone call.
“Good morning,” say I. “I am
looking for two pigs’ bladders.”
“You will have to try our
other branch, sir. Leeches of Melbourn.”
So I ring the other branch.
“Good morning,” say I. “I am
looking for two pigs’ bladders.”
“Certainly,” said the man’s
voice. “No problem. We are slaughtering today. Tuesday is pig day. I shall put
two aside for you to collect.”
Just like that!
Job done.
Now remains only to cure them
and inflate them to an appropriate dimension.