My new sandpit has arrived.  This event has been eagerly awaited by the canine members of the house since the tragic demise of the previous one, cruelly slain in its prime. It was murdered by a lawn mower.  The new one is square and exclusively mine (Harrier has one too) whereas we previously shared one.  We have compost in them so that we have somewhere to dig which is great fun, other than the middle of the lawn which tends to result in a slightly disappointed and resigned look from mum, or the vegetable patch which evokes a similar response.  Aunty Biscuit was in charge of carrying them to the car as she blotted her copybook with the last one.  How could she do that? I hear you ask.  The answer is simple, it was a shell shaped one which mum carried back to the car on her back.  Aunty Biscuit told her she looked like a turtle and took a couple of pictures to prove it, then compounded her crime by not deleting them.  I pawed through the archive to find it.  Don't tell Mum or Aunty Biscuit will be in trouble again.