Bastards have found another way out of the garden. I despair. I have spent literally thousands on fencing since we moved here, it looks like a deer park.
I have just been out scouting in hedges and borders to see how the hell they got out last night at 11 o'clock and I can't find any holes. Which means they must have scrambled out. Which means I am going to have to replace another 30m run of fence on my neighbour's side of the the hedge, as it's currently only 4ft tall there and I think they must have scrambled over it after a deer or a fox.
Why can't they just be happy in the garden? It's a lovely big garden. They get lots of exercise. I am home most of the day. They get lots of stimulation. They must hate me 
I hated them at 11 o'clock last night when I was running up our road in my dressing gown with a torch. Thankfully a very quiet, semi rural road.
One of them in particular will always bolt, given a chink of opportunity. Wail.
Rant over.
Please tell me I'm not alone.