Flying Bats and Tables?

So here we are having a drink with the neighbours, it's a lovely sunny day drawing to a close. Am I the only one wishing I had put sun cream on before I got too drunk to open the greased up bottle?

'You don't belive me that bats fly here at night?' asks usually well mannered man.

'No as it happens I don't.' says I very bravely as it turns out.

But I do now believe in flying garden tables, wine glasses, ashtrays and general detrius from an evening spent blending ever decreasing amoutns of intelligent conversation. I sat momentarily stunned by the outburst from Usually Well Mannered Man, glad I had my drink in hand when he sent the table into orbit.

Did I scuttle away? I'm not sure.