Yes, it's official… I'm a mad lizard lady
Our neighbour's burly son is in our front garden, deep inside the 20ft viburnum, gingerly hacking away at the branches as I teeter nearby on a stepladder peering into the foliage. The neighbour opposite has fetched his binoculars and is doing the same.
Another dad, back from the city on his Brompton bike, is anxiously requesting an update on the hunt for Cornelius, our beloved family pet and star of the entire road.
"Can you see him?" No. "Should we call the fire brigade?" No! Then a...