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Dear God, what a nightmare. This has taken my mind off the oven of luuurve situation.

Libby has wedged herself into the outdoor metal bucket. We pulled her and wiggled her about but we can’t get it off.

Mum said, “Go and get me some butter from the fridge. We can smear it on her and sort of slide her out.”

Of course, we didn’t have any butter; we had about a teaspoon of cottage cheese but Mum said it wasn’t the same.