So first thing leaflet duly made, then posted through every letterbox in neighbourhood and all nearby sheds and garages checked. Was feeling very dejected when the phone rang with a sighting, albeit from yesterday morning. Django had been spotted on the roof of a nearby garage complex.
However, finding the owners of the workshop proved a little more difficult. After much Sherlock Holmesing we located where they lived but obviously as it was mid-morning they were at work. So plan B was put into place, a holding operation, where we threaded food and water through the sliver of space beneath the door. We could hear Django wolfing the food down, so knew he must be OK. After more detective work with help from kind neighbours, an assignation was eventually made for 4.30 this afternoon. Fingers and everything else crossed that he manages to stay put till then!
|Arlo's taken refuge in my knitting basket with some Araucania yarn|
ps just spoken to Mum's doctor who assures me she is perking up, maybe I'm on a roll here?
|Long suffering with the ever assertive Arlo|