This little froggie lives in our back garden. Look at him, quite an immature garden ornament I would say (not to mention outrageously lacking in taste – yes he is flashing you) but we love him anyway. During the summer, whilst he was cutting the lawn I heard Mark shouting and screaming. I panicked and ran out to see what had happened, whilst wondering how many toes a person really needs to get by in life. Turns out froggie had got knocked over and decapitaed! Alarming but easily fixable, with the power of superglue. Possibly the case with toes too – hope I don’t ever need to find out!