Nope the tiger picture was not taken in South London but somewhere hot by my beyond beautiful granddaughter Georgiana just after breakfast. I took one of the biggest fox , I kid you not it was the size of a pig, at the same time yesterday. It was determined to get the panatone left out for the birds. My dogs were scared witless and have gone to have nervous breakdowns in the country. Actually there is always a jungle war somewhere, often perpetuated by the instant kill factor of the e mail exchange its’ so awful to get the whole idiotic saga on one message and it is usually about nothing at all of any real interest. Meanwhile my grandson is eating for the world to stock up spare fat for the polar winter in Manchester. We have a new butcher called The Ginger Pig our menus have notched up quite a bit no mass killings here you see, we want happy pigs join Compassion in World Farming !!!!!! it is the way to go.