Trapped!

Poor old Reggie, this evening I took mum and dad to my niece's in Manchester. When we got home Reggie wasn't at the door to greet me, yet I could hear him crying. I was somewhat concerned and had my heart in my mouth! Somehow when we'd gone out he'd been locked in our bedroom. He'd eaten most of a bag of liquorice that mum had bought, and has scratched quite a bit of paint off the door trying to escape. You could say I got quite a greeting when I opened the door!

He seems to have suffered no ill effects, though goodness knows what the liquorice might do to his bowels tomorrow!