Mum had finished her breakfast so I allowed Nigel in to sit by the wood burner and keep mum company while I got myself ready for the U3A walk later this morning. I came downstairs and Nigel was licking what looked to be a bar of soap.

It was, in fact, a slab of butter. He had jumped onto the counter and opened the China butter dish and stolen its contents. Oh Nigel, when will you ever learn?