‘I’m making a hedgehog rescue ladder,’ said the builder boyfriend, who was on his knees in the farmyard, drilling a series of mini rungs into place on two mini rails.
The builder boyfriend keeps going to check but the hedgehog seems very happy, snoozing away in its comfy box
I should have known. Why did I even ask? Of course he was making a hedgehog rescue ladder. The BB doesn’t like to admit it, but beneath the gruff exterior he has such a soft spot for all living creatures that he often bends down to pick up stranded worms from pavements and roads. It is a charming contradiction in his otherwise macho personality, even though worm rescue can be a pain when you are trying to go for a walk.
I can’t explain it quite, because he is very pragmatic about animals otherwise. When he sees a creature in trouble, however, he makes a personal connection to it.
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