An 'outside' story, rather than gardening; when I was a child we lived near East Grinstead, very 'stockbroker belt' we had a lovely mongrel from Battersea dog's home who was a bit mad so we called him 'Bonkers'. Nearly every day he would escape the garden somehow, so the entire family would go out into the garden every night and shout 'Bonkers'. God knows what the neighbours thought of us.
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