Well, you've probably been wondering why I've been lying low all week...
We finally got that little singing ladybird out of his pot the other day. It was Lenny's bright idea to drop it out of a tree and smash it on the rocks below, although the insect community wasn't best pleased with this turn of events. But, we'd run out of curly wurly so something had to be done.
So up Lenny went and he dropped the pot, but it just bounced. I called him an idiot, he said I was a big fat cow pat. I then grabbed the pot, chucked it at him and he fell out of the tree. The pot then dropped on his concrete bonce and smashed to pieces.
Initially we thought the bug was very happy, so I went up to him and told him how pleased we were to see him free and that he owed us £3.85 for all them curly-wurlys.
Cheeky little blighter then punched me in the chops and gave me a whopper of a black eye!!!
Everyone laughed at me and I got chased by a marauding crowd of excitable ladybirds and chickens (chickens will always get involved if there's a scrap to be had).
So I've kept well out of the spotlight. But I'm in next week's Beano, so I'll have to show my face at some point (I'm the guest celebrity at the opening of a new sweetshop on Tuesday, so I think I'll ask for a box curly-wurlys instead of cash).