Listening to Paul Gambaccini!

I was washing up after lunch, having finished some more painting on the box, when I had a visitor through the porch door, in search of hazelnuts.  He hung around a while, sussing out the study and me, happier when the music played, less so when PG came on between records.  Eventually he sniffed out the stash of hazelnuts, took one and was off.

A while later I closed the door to practise my recorder and cheeky squirrel came up to the window in search of more nuts!