Jo has a holiday cottage in Devon. One of the neighbors by the cottage called Jo at her home in Bristol to let her know of an intruder.
The intruder was a Squirrel.
Jo jumped in the car and drove to Devon to investigate and upon entry it wasn't long before the fluffy tailed intruder was spotted........
.....sat in Gran-ma's armchair, in a pile of ripped up crochet, eating a box of Quality Street.
He had also had a go at the curtains.
After the initial laughter, we were all left wondering if he also left the toffee pennies until last? Or did he lick any of them and put them back?
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