Outside the main action are further delights – the tales of a maiden aunt’s nursing home travails and an unfortunate dachshund with one leg, who utilises a trolley to get around. Those within the institute do indeed enjoy a cloistered and privileged existence, but there are no real villains here, just a gentle and witty delight at human frailties. As such, Your Inner Hedgehog might be just the antidote we need to the constant real world cacophony of hyperbolic argument and mud-slinging that seems to surround every debate on every issue.
