At the end of an 80 hour working week, Ralph's Dad somehow found the energy to trim the hedge. I thought Ralph would like to be out in the sun but something made him come scooting in...maybe the smell of the clippings or the snip of the shears?
Ha ha....as I type, Ralph's gone out to the garden...the snipping has ceased but the scent remains...or is it that Janet from next door is having a chat with his Dad and Ralph thinks he may catch a glimpse of the pretty cat?
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