Ranging forth!
I think the little bugger may have caught on to my withering disparagement of his thieveries, and wreaking his rewengay!
For suddenly, the mat in the car seems to inexplicable ruck up at the most inconvenient of moments.
Never happened before, and out of nowhere - bang! Pedal impedement and shoe entanglement in the midst of short tempered motorists!
I swear - now the l'il bugger is after me insurance monies.
Oh, it'll all seem like an accident... but soon as it's put me in the hospickle, he'll be off down the car boot with all me possessions!
Right, that's it!
I'm a-hiring the Most Haunted, Finding Bigfoot and Fact Or Faked teams to come in an exercise my house!
And perhaps them ladies can sexercise The Xym while they're at it!
But maybe not Ranæ, as she's certainly no Yvette Fielding.
Or something...
