4.00am. A hedgehog in the garden, Max's frantic yipping informed me. Dragged Max away from the unassailable and irresistible, and left the hedgehog to carry on with his/her rootling around. I've been worried for the hedgehogs in this drought, but this one looked big and healthy, so some good soul must be feeding them. (I can't put out food for them
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