Screaming foxes and blow up dolls.

At 2.30 this morning I was stood on the bedroom balcony shouting and clapping hands in attempt to scare off two screaming and fighting foxes in the garden. A walk round this morning found the remains of a wood pigeon which they had been squabbling over. On a different note entirely I was informed last night in the pub by one of my pals that he has bought a blow up doll as a temporary substitute for the wife he has recently parted with. He is quite pleased with it even if it "was only a cheap one". I must admit to being lost for words at the time but am now well prepared with some choice comments for next time we meet.