Squizzle

I wonder how this mother squirrel lost her tail? I bet it's due to one of the huge number of cats around here, although I doubt it's Whisky since he's never been able to get close to a squirrel and he's given up trying (for what I can see anyway).

Fred's dad arrived in the afternoon. He'd been exploring London since alighting the sleeper this morning and had met Fred for lunch. Not surprisingly, he was knackered. We had a cup of tea, then he collapsed in the guest room, disturbing Whisky who'd thought that we'd made up that bed especially for him. (He can dream - he's not that spoilt that he can have his own room and double bed.)

We headed out to rainy Dulwich in the evening and caught up properly over beers and excellent bar food.

Happy weekend!