I never did, but that was for a very different reason. Our old puss (RIP) used to go knicker hunting, no matter how securely pegged or hidden, she would find them and carry them around the hose depositing them in all sorts of strange places. She used to make little calling noises when she did this. The real problem though, was when she came back from one of her expeditions with knickers that I knew full well were not mine. Some very racy ones, some extremely large and others that should have seen the light of day.
I have to admit that I was never bold enough to display them in the front and ask the neighbours to reclaim their own.
Suggestions for a strong but pet friendly weed killer please.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.





