Dusters at dawn: Capn had a fight with GAWB this morning.
Is anyone old enough to remember Ken Dodd and his fluffy feather duster sticks?
Woke to see two huge orange ones flailing madly in the silent grey London dawn.
Staggered out, all placid and empty - then awful yowling from inside a jasmine bush.
Capn won. His tail didn't go back down for about three hours. GAWB shot me a pleading look before he whisked off, showing Capn his arse.