I thought I was being really neighbourly yesterday after work, by playing a strange game similar to tennis/badminton/football with the little kid from two doors up, who has so much E-number-fuelled energy that we nickname him 'crackhead'. Unfortunately I manged to bounce his tennis ball into old-people-neighbours garden, and then later I hit the shuttlecock over a high, locked garden gate. Oops sorry crackhead
On the plus side our little traveller Charlie the cat ambled back down the street, to our great delight, as he had been missing for 24 hours since he thought we were taking him on a walk to Asda on Sunday. He was so delighted, that me AND Jonny were both going on such a long walk with him, he was actually smiling and bouncing about chasing the grass and sniffing the strange trees so far away from home. Poor little thing, if only he understood English, he would have understood we weren't taking him on a walk at all but actually saying 'GO BACK HOME YOU STUPID CAT.' As it was, he made it further than he's ever ventured before, right to the doors of Asda, then he started looking worried, confused, didn't understand the big glss doors, suddenly we were on the other side of the doors, disappearing into the big dark abyss... the last we saw of him was a little lost face mouthing the word 'Meaow...' as we abandoned him in the distance...