Houston, we have a problem...

No idea what the problem is mind you.

Symptoms...Pippa keeps looking at me. Pacing the sunroom. Looking at me. Giving little whiny noises. Licking me. Trying to nibble my trousers. Looking at me.

God help me, what on earth is she trying to tell me?

I plumped for, "Let me go play ball in the garden" and she seems occupied, even if the 'problem' isn't solved!

Better go and see what they are up to actually...it was probably code for,

"I want to go and dig up Dad's garden to find mice and moles!"