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[runsinthefamily]

Mum's been driving me spare lately. She takes any moment I'm within Burrow grounds as an invitation to put me to work about the place. (Because apparently WWW pay me to lark about.) She had me tackling garden gnomes the other day. Every uncovered bit of skin I possess now looks as if it's been attacked by rabid polecats. Nasty little buggers, more so than usual. Wonder if whatever's in the air lately has been affecting them as well.

Talking of going spare, what's all this rubbish I hear about people getting chucked out of pubs?