33. Living In A Box.

Our neighbours had a new kitchen fitted and we thought we'd save them the bother of trying to find room in their car for all of the empty boxes by pinching this one.
As you can see, I am a master craftsman. The windows have been painstakingly stabbed out with a kitchen knife (NOT when Harriet was sitting inside - that's not the reason for her startled look).
She asked me for an ice lolly (a very watered down home made one!) and disappeared with it.
This is where I found her, happy as Larry, sitting in the dark.