Well, well, the tables have certainly turned. When I arrived here a few weeks ago, I was not allowed out of the front door unless I was on a lead. Yes, I admit I used to try and escape by pushing past their legs if I could but that's because I had been used to the freedom of the Edinburgh street life. Tonight, however, I was SHUT OUT!! Apparently, the small log I kept carrying into the house and chewing in the hall was not appreciated so both log and I were evicted for a while and the door firmly closed behind us.