The pet I'll never forget: Touchwood the toad, with his terrifying eyebrows and glamorous lifestyle

I shared a room with my brother; Touchwood had his own home, complete with sunken bath. You bet I was jealous!I was seven when I saw my first frog. My dad called me into the garden of our terrace house to say he had found something near the shed that I'd like. There sat a pocket-sized gold monster with a triangular back, and eyes like a cat but without the "I'm going to kill you" stare.My dad, a wizard with tools, quickly knocked up a hutch. Sadly, the frog had to be freed a few months later when we moved house. Continue reading...