Mole has been away and is now back.
Dearest Dame – imagine my talpid surprise to emerge from my warm shelter last week only to find my burrow is no longer located in Europe but on some cold unforgiving island anchored off its shores.
My first instinct was to burrow, burrow, borrow towards the continent, towards France (where I must say the worms and reputed to be covered by a appellation d'origine controlee and be of the finest quality
y). However, I have decided not abandon my country of birth for the moment and sit it out and draw some cartoons instead which express my contempt – horror even – for the recent forlorn decision of the poor misled public.
Your servant, as ever,
Mole in a Hole