Since the weather has been dry for the last couple of days we’ve finally been able to have some much needed work done to the outside of Number 58. Harry insisted on helping, but rather than help with the actual painting, he preferred to take on more of a supervisory role.
Harry was more than happy to oversee the proceedings, but as work progressed along the wall he grew a little twitchy. When the painter eventually got to his perfectly dug hole at the edge of the gravel bed, he couldn’t quite believe his eyes, and he was all “Stop him! Stop him! He’s filling in my hole!!”