6pm tonight and some silly sod starts setting off the world’s loudest fireworks. Little Ginge was in the garden, squealed and vanished. I went out to call him, got Big Ginge and another huge bang startled him so he buggered off as well.
No sign of them even for a rattling food dish. Little Ginge has spent the last three nights hiding under the bed but obviously thought it was safe.
Bugger, bugger, bugger