We like our neighbours so forgive us. But when we pulled the curtains one morning and saw a huge mole-hill in the middle of their lawn we couldn't help but laugh - a medium-sized chuckle at least. Not least because it meant said mole was no longer popping up in my leek bed.
But over the last week or so our mirth has multiplied from titter to guffaw to helpless giggle as mister mole has been getting the christmas overtime in. Mid-chortle this morning I counted 23 mole-hills on their modest ex-lawn.
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