I've been busier than usual this morning, just filling in time till I hear George has come back home. Kept a beady eye open from my lookout in case he passed by but I think he lives too far away for that. I leaned 
out as far as I dared just to make sure.Then I heard the lawnmower so that had to be watched.
Then I thought they were throwing my cardboard tunnel away because I don't use it so had to sit inside to stop them.
Then J went upstairs so I followed in case she went into my room. She did, so I hid under the bedspread to make sure nothing was moved and did a lot of thinking. If George had been chasing a rabbit down its hole he will be able to back out when he gets a bit thinner so that's what I'm waiting for. I've heard of this sort of thing before. A family friend has a little terrier called Jasper who got stuck once. They walked and walked until they heard him whimpering, then had to dig him out.I've decided to keep a clean page in my diary for when George comes home.
