
Up and out at 5:30 for a pleasant walk. it appears there may have been some light rain overnight, but no obvious signs in the garden.
Speaking of the garden, Harry the Hedgehog has returned - although he's hanging around near the front of the garden, so maybe it's not Harry.


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. Milk met the compost heap, the tea met the plughole.
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. Kill 'em all, it's the only way to be sure. 


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