Then I wondered home as Tom was coming to join us for lunch, and I was on 'taking things out of the oven duty.' I took advantage of the kitchen table being clear to sit up to the table - always a win.
Our lunch was interuppted by a knock on the door, where a vague aquaintance of my mum's stood with a little hedgehog wrapped in a sweater. The might turned out to be only 300g, far too small to hibernate, so Mum got out her hedgehog cage, found some straw and cat food. It's not winter if Mum's not overwintering a hedgehog.