Recovery

Mister Squeaky would like to thank everyone who has sent him their good wishes during his hour of need - not that there were any, but it's the thought that counts.
Anyway I've managed to drag him out from the darkest depths of the wardrobe where he was hiding behind a lion's pelt and a rather crumpled witches hat (I'm a little suspicious about this I can tell you) and he stopped wailing and gnashing his fangs after realising that there is still a chance of him being able to seriously embarrass Michaela Strachan on some wildlife programme or other...