…but it’s dirty!

There’s nothing for it, I’m going to have to shoot the telly.

“And that’s not a place for a loofa, either!”

Cue Bobby being thrown out of a moving van and at Officer Murphy’ windscreen thus proving he can’t fly. Or count. The fool.

I already have a mortgage, thank you.

Call Social Service - I shouldn’t be allowed a wormery anymore.

New friends and a worrying lack of liquid

Get rid of rats, even humans ones who steal your ID!

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Gordon’s alive!

Two and a bit weeks after moving in to the newly enlarged Wild Burro Mansions, and I’m still eating dust with every meal – Marjorie Dawes would be proud.