Thursday, January 27, 2011

 

Squirrel and sprinters and ebay idiots.

It has felt very cold - though not a minus temperature. The wind cuts like a knife and at times there has been very powdery fine snow falling.
The birds are not as eager to get out and take advantage of the food we provide at the moment; but the squirrel seems to think we are caring for him.
He climbs Solly's tree and then hangs upside down (often hanging on with just one foot) to extricate peanuts from the holder.

We all know that grey squirrels are pests - but let's be honest they are very entertaining pests.

Bill's attempts at pictures through 2 layers of glass were not all successful, so we have none of the acrobatic squirrel.


Here is with a peanut in his hands.


He would have liked a drink, but didn't seem to want to get his feet wet.

The day has been routine.
Posting parcels and a quick shopping trip to Asda for items not sold in Lidl.
I replied to a silly customer who wrote and complained that a wheel of his model plane that he had bought was missing. If he had read the item description he would have known that it was being sold with a wheel missing, and that an extra picture had been added to show where the missing nose wheel would have been.
So his unhappiness is not out fault.

I have done a Pilgrim's Antiques blog today - the first for months. So, if you would like a tour round, then please take a look.
http://pilgrimsantiquesweststreetdorking.blogspot.com/

This evening we were by the side of a track, watches in hand.
This was an indoor meeting of course.
Though outdoor athletics continues all through the winter in the form of cross country running.
There were slightly fewer athletes in the sprints tube than at the meeting two weeks ago.

I will end by reminding my family, who have been enjoying the family postcards emails that my brother has been sharing with us, that tomorrow is Ethel and Obed's wedding anniversary - my grandparents.
You will have seen Obed's loving postcard to Ethel in 1908 - it was 8 years later that they married; and in January 1916 I think Obed wondered if he would survive long enough to see his bride again.