Now I've already told you about my fox issues and I'm sure you thought it was BS. But last night I had the most surreal experience ever in busy West London.
So I was happily cantering around the BB eviction threads. Then the lights went out in my living room. No matter, I thought, I'll call the electrician in the morning as at that point I still had phone, TV and internet.
But no. Despite my bonhomie about the result I surfed happily in the dark, with my patio door still wide open.
So a few hours later I discover the feckin' fox had yet again slinked into my flat. And as I was about to brush my teeth before going to bed discovered fox piss and poo all over my bathroom. Then when I decided to finally take myself to bed i discovered the fecker had danced around my bed and torn some of my fondest soft toys apart. I crumbled and phoned my bezza at around 6.00am. She hot footed over to me and took control. She also went to Charring X to get medical equipment that the fecker had also wrecked.
I've had it with this. Does anyone know how to deal with this shit?