Kitten Cannon??

Whilst Kirri was engrossed on the dating Tips for Seven-Year-Olds, at least I think that's what it was called, I couldn't help but notice the name of the game Matti was playing. 

On the run!

This fellow answers to the name of Gibby. Presumably took one look at The Astcote Arms and decided that was preferable to the bread and water he got here. It's a fair distance, though, so if you happen to see a Gerbil hitchhiking, do stop for him.

You might also mention that there's now a lass called Phoebe in his bed . . . if you also mention that there's a large cat called Jet where he may be thinking of heading then one of the two thoughts may tempt him back! 

Astcote Arms

Splendid contribution from Rod Rubber again, illustrating latest developments in Astcote. I'd always objected to planning permission for the Snug Bar being granted on the grounds that the geese were noisy enough, never mind what they'd be like with a few beers inside them. Access was also rather restricted and the alternative suggestion that a passageway be constructed between my shed and his was turned down on the grounds that I didn't have a Volvo.

Full details of the opening times and possibly unique range offered at The Astcote Arms, purported to include Watneys Red Barrell, Double Diamond and Chrishhtthchattsshtrong as well as Tstslkctspss will be featured in Shed Monthly shortly.