:: foiled!

On Friday night, Bertie had a brilliant idea. Like most of his ideas, however, it contained a flaw.

The problem was how to get home with a hedgehog in his mouth. You could nearly hear the wheels turning as he stood there trying to work it out. He wanted to go home. But if he got anywhere near me I'd take the hedgehog off him. Ah ha! He'd go home alone. He sped past me and ran down the street -- just about the naughtiest thing he's done in a long while. He was so pleased with himself! "Ha ha! It worked! I'm home, and I still have the hedgehog!"

But here comes the flaw. He hadn't worked out how to get into the house. As he stood at the front door waiting to be let in I clipped on the lead, knocked the hedgehog out of his mouth with my foot and dragged him inside.

Damn! Damn damn damn!

The weather's still pretty awful. I went for a walk in the Pentland Hills today & got drizzled on. It's quite chilly too.

I have a new hobby: litter-picking. The woman who started the Cleanferry campaign dropped off my litter-picker the other day, and I've had a couple of sessions clearing up rubbish. It's astonishing how much there is, once you start picking it up.