I think she lives on what you'd call a farm velvetee. When I went over there you see, the place was filled with animals running amok. Cats barred my way, but after eventually gaining access to the house, and not being able to find pasta, I finally located her in the chicken shed. Cats, dogs, birds of all description....Good job i had my wellies on.......
Where in the UK are you Pasta? My neighbours are a bit chavy, but I don't think they know they are. I often hear their teenage daughter telling them to eff off.
And yes, yes - I told a bit of a whopper. Pasta didn't hide in the chicken shed at all, but she wouldn't let me bring my muddy boots into the kitchen...... : )