... well not quite alone because Mrs H was on my tail..
I was determined to lose her...
.. no one catches a determined Mr Darcy. I made a run for it and squeezed through the beech hedge and then through the wire...
I was FREE. I ran and ran. I had timed this well because Mrs H Senior had just come into the garden with a tray of coffee and I anticipated that Mrs H would drink that first before coming after me. I was wrong. She got a step ladder and looked over all the hedges for me (I hid behind a conifer). There was considerable shouting and a commotion which I found easy to ignore on account of all the birdies and different smells. I don't know how long it actually took (but it wasn't long enough), I suddenly spotted Mrs H coming at me (I don't know how she got through the hedges because she is A LOT bigger than me). I didn't like the look on her face. I decided to cut my losses and allow her to pick me up. She stomped off with me back up the lane to the house.
I retreated to sit under the grandfather clock and Mrs H drank cold coffee.
Thursday in the garden this week was not as I had dreamed (and I think Mrs H feels the same).
Remember to visit Jonesie and find out what has been happening over at her place and in all the other kitties gardens this week (just scroll down on Jonesie’s blog and follow the links).