I was upstairs, putting all the musical instruments etc away after last night's gig when I heard a sudden anguished cry for help.Tigger had decided she liked the smell of a vase of flowers enough to eat them. The flowers, not wanting to be eaten, stubbornly refused to rip apart and so the vase fell over, washing the kitchen worksurfaces, then the cupboard doors, and finally the floor.
So a quick reminder of what she and her brother, Jess, have got up to in the past 5 years...
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