I seem to recall Bill was lucky enough to spend some time with the lovely Tigerr recently, well so was I

Here I am, armed with all sorts of 'goodies' from porrige oats, mushy peas, squishy tomatoes, rotten tomatoes, pork meatballs and heaven knows what else but Tigerr refuses to be fazed by all that I can throw at her though and it turns into a battle of wills.
Will the final act be the final 'straw' for Tigerr?
