The Demise of The Tennis Courts

Yesterday on my early morning patrol up the garden I saw Big Yellow Digger Driver go down the driveway to the manor. But breakfast was beckoning and had to take priority so I made a mental note to self to include the manor gardens in my mid morning patrol, not out of noseyness you understand, just a need to know everyone's business.

Now I know that Manor Hoomun is away at the moment as I heard him tell The Owner the other day, but I reckon he is going to be terrible mad when he gets back and I really wouldn't want to be around to see it. Behind the hedge in at the back of my garden is the manor tennis court. It doesn't get used so very much these days but it does have high fences all around it and is very useful when Manor Hoomun's grand kids come round in the summer, it's like a big play pen for them and it keeps them out of my way. Last summer whilst The Owner was heaven knows where and I was living round at the manor I did manage on one occasion to round up a few more and then kick the gate shut on my way back out. It was very peaceful for a while, if you could ignore the screams from the grandkids shut in the tennis court, until Lady Manor Hoomun came to see what the commotion was about. I was always a bit suspicious of that young one as her bum rustles when she walks and then even more so when she told Lady Manor Hoomun it was me that locked them in. Lady Manor Hoomun gave me a particularly withering stare! I digress. Big Yellow Digger Driver. When I got round to see what he was doing round there you could have knocked me down with an empty Bonio box! He had driven through the fence and was digging up the tennis court!!!! Manor Hoomun may well be sending him to the boot room when he returns! I didn't stay around for too long just in case he came back and thought I may have been in some way responsible. I took myself straight back to the office and under the desk out of the way for the rest of the day. I didn't get much sleep yesterday, it was all very worrying!