Bozeat's in Northamptonshire, England. It's where I wake up most mornings, now.
Having had a word with Jet on the subject of relieving oneslf in public, it was suggested that, as Gnome seems to have become resident at No 4 (Hmmm.. was at No 3, now No 4 . . . watch out No 5 . . ! Ed), the fitting of a fitting cat-, er, gnome flap, might be a jolly good idea.
Thought the situation at work was a bit much and came home to this! That'll teach me not to defer checking my mail for a day or two! If you were one of the 367, apologies for the delay!
Think I might attach this to replies to mail at work. Imagine having 678 unopened letters on your doormat?!
The gnome's back! Well, yes, that is the gnome's back but his back and the rest of him for that matter are still in the village. I didn't so much run away as found him a good home. Photos by his new chum Rob.