Question for you... just how many frogs can there be in the gardens around the back of Allington Road?
Not many left for sure - surely the biggest majority have now met their nightmare journey - savage jaws of Brian (your lovely, cute, cuddly kitten!!!!) onto the Allington Rd kitchen floor for varying periods of time, minutes or hours depending on when a human being finds them. Depending on who is around, they (the frogs) then get dispatched in a variety of ways:
1. Jo - girly scream, dustpan and brush, heart pounding - throw them over the garden wall
2. Mark - wondrously pick them up, admire and carry them in hands down to the nearby river
3. Sophie - something to do with cardboard boxes and much revulsion
Nightmare over!
Some are dead, some are alive and one WAS IN ONE OF MY BOOT'S - enough
Ella, please can you have a word?
Lots of love
Mum
Ps - this is in addition to the worms......
Judging by the picture Brian clearly thinks she is a frog....she's just doing the teenage thing and bringing her mates home to meet you all in their varying states!! We had a similar thing with goldfish when Pipsqueak systematically cleared the local ponds..he still gazes longingly into next doors which they have sensibly covered with chicken wire. Must say I prefered the goldfish to the mice and birds he has moved onto xxxx
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