FROG!
Aaargh. There's one in the greenhouse, and his nibs has just gone out so there's no-one to rescue me. (I really couldn't face going round to the retired couple next door and explaining the situation to them!) So, I'm upstairs with the garden door shut, drinking beer, and trembling. On the plus side, I didn't scream out loud, or drop the pot I was holding when I saw him. That's a definite improvement. On the down side, there's lots of stuff I should be doing in the garden, but that isn't going to get done until the frog has been relocated, preferably to the far side of the railway line. (See, another improvement - a year or two ago, I'd have said onto the railway line. Actually, tigerfort has always refused to assassinate amphibians for me, and repatriated them instead. I'm sure this is a horrible, chavvy frog from the wrong end of the Ladygrove.)
I wish it had been a snake - I'd be out there cooing to it until it ran (slithered?) away, I'd take some cool pictures, and then I'd get on with the gardening.
I wish it had been a snake - I'd be out there cooing to it until it ran (slithered?) away, I'd take some cool pictures, and then I'd get on with the gardening.