“My Son came home crying and told me that the old bloke next door had burst his football with a
knife because he was sick of it ending up in his garden. “Don’t worry, Son.” I said, “We’ll do the
same to him next time something of his is in our garden.” “What do you mean Dad?” He asked.
“You’ll see.” I replied with a wink. “Now put this bowl of cat food outside.””
