Finally, after 5 weeks, £10, 4 cable ties and reams of duct (I said 'duct' ) tape later, Dean is captured.
Yesterday I had finished work for the day and gone to pick Little Fink up from school, when I received a call from my boss, "Guess who's in the trap?". "I'll be there is 15 minutes." I said.
Little Fink asked if she could release Dean, "No way, I've waited over a month for this!" I reasoned.
The final moment of glory came when the doctor I PA for saw me coming back into the building with the empty trap and said, "What makes you think you'll catch him today after 5 weeks of trying?"
How smug was I?
Dean was smuggled through the hospital to the front entrance and released. He flew to the top of the building, strutted and preened, then was gone.
Today has been weird without him, I keep looking out of the window to see him.
I saw a great documentary on alpacas this week, I wonder if the NHS would pay for one and we could keep it in the quad?
