Thanks & No Thanks, TB

TB called round early today. And found the grapes that had fallen from the vine with NLF. Tidied them all away most carefully. (Was extremely careful not to touch any of the windfall apples that rolled out of the wheelbarrow. Wheelbarrows are not designed to be clambered upon and sat in by geriatric beagles.)

TWWLUTR had been away for a couple of nights and took just one look at NLF after it had been so thoroughly linked clean by TB. Poor thing got dunked in the kitchen sink. Some time later it crept round the corner of My garden smelling of lily of the valley soap and with its fur sticking out in all directions at once. She had washed it with her guest soap, rubbed it with a towel and then dried it with a hair dryer.