Inanimate Object Post Tramautic Stress Syndrome

Scooting along, minding its own business, Basenotes's car was subject to an unprovoked and high velocity attack by a large Red Deer (Cervus Elephus Moribundus).

This resulted in considerable damage to the car ... and a really bad hair day for the deer! Fortunately, Basenotes had a miraculous escape, suffering only a minor brain storm and a particularly strong desire for a drink.

Given Basenotes' inability to take some things seriously, he was able to comfort his fellow passenger by whipping out a tin whistle and playing a somewhat spluttery rendition of that old music hall favourite, "Oh Deer, What Can That Splatter Be"...

... little did he realise that his levity under these trying circumstances would have unintended and tragic consequences.

In the days that followed, the tin whistle displayed signs of distress. Untoward squeaks and parps were, at first, attributed to the inability of Basenotes to play the tin whistle. However, within a week, each tune - whether Air, Reel, Jig or Rant - seemed to resonate with deep sobbing undertones. The whistle was uttering, in its own tinny sort of way, a cry for help!

A case of Inanimate Object Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (IOPTSS)!!!!

However, all is not lost. The tin whistle is now in the hands of one of the most experienced Whistle Counsellors in the land. No expense will be spared to help him / her / it come to terms with this experience. Inanimate or not, we all have feelings.