Tuesday 5 April 2016


I'm sorry I was late, but I had to drive a hedgehog to Newton Abbot.

You know how it is: You find a distressed hedgehog staggering and shaking on your lawn during daylight and your ex-girlfriend, a keen conservationalist, persuades you that you have to try to rescue it rather than let it peacefully expire. Then you have to go and capture it and sit it on a hot-water bottle. Then you get to talk to a hedgehog expert on the phone who assesses its behaviour and tells you that it's near death and requires expert treatment. Before you know it you've got a hedgehog wrapped in a towel, on a hot-water bottle, in a box, strapped into the passenger seat, and you're driving to the nearest hedgehog hospital.

Richard "Let's call it Spike" B

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