So, summer has been and gone (you can tell by the wonderful weather we have had), petrol prices are on the rise, but petrol stations and the govt are not profiteering, oh no!!! Council tax is on the rise and the wonderful council staff (who voted unanimously, yes a whopping 54%, although only 27% voted, so realistically that only equates to 15% in favour) have decided to strike for 2 days to achieve a 6% payrise (if only we could all walk out to obtain that, on top of the flexi-time, final pension salary and the right to do bugger all if we didn’t want to). But I digress.

 This is not a rant, this is about our pet hedgehog, or hedgy as he is/was  known. Hedgy lived (yes past tense a story with a sad ending) in the bushes at the back and Spike had a friend to play with at long last, by play I actually mean, run away from really (Spike the hero). Hedgy has been there for a good few months now, helping to tidy all the garden. We came home last night and saw a leaf on the road, then ran over it, I was convinced it was Hedgy, Mrs Fogg said it was just a leaf, so we went to investigate. Low and behold there was old Hedgy flatter than a note out of a popstar wannabe. Poor little bugger I had run over him and killed him (Mrs Fogg is still convinced he was dead before I hit him, but I am not too sure).

 Now all I can keep humming is that silly tune to the safety road crossing advert “Woo woo woo woo”:

• Be Safe
• Be Bright
• Be Seen
• At Night

If only Hedgy had listened to his com-padres on the advert and worn a reflective jacket then he may still be alive today.

Hedgy rest in piece (well he is still sat at the bottom of the garden and we are debating whether he can go in the green bin waste, along with all the birds that Spike plays with).