Wouldn't it be fun to be a spy! I often imagine myself sitting at a cafe table reading a newspaper with two holes cut in it for my eyes to peep through.
I imagine myself standing facing a shop window watching the reflection of someone on the other side of the road. What fun it would be to wear a false beard and moustache or pop a wig on my head! And I could have one of those big magnifying glasses!
I imagine myself listening into to people’s phone calls and intercepting their mail. I could make phone calls with a handkerchief over the mouthpiece, and put on foreign accents. I’d have a little camera in my collar and a tape recorder in my hat!
I imagine myself hiding in wardrobes and under beds; see what people are getting up to and listening to covert conversations?
I imagine myself disguised as a cleaner and searching through filing cabinets in closed offices. I’d take photos of secret documents and take down numbers and addresses.
Imagine pretending to be a chauffeur or a butler. I might even dress as a woman!
But it’s never going to happen.
It’s fun to imagine though!