Last weekend, Oliver came up to give Phil a lift with a few of the structural steel beams. I must admit I was quite impressed by their macho performance, even though I was a bit miffed that Phil hadn't let me out of the pen to help. I'm just bursting with brute strength! In fact, just quietly, I reckon I'm tougher than Phil. I've seen him struggle to lift rocks that I could toss around with a flip of my jaw.

By the way, what that stupid stuffed marmot is doing on that beam I have no idea. The minute Phil's back's turned he's up to something. Unlike me - I'm a little darling. Or at least, that's what the ladies tell me.