George

George was trapping squirrels. The grey ones, to make room for the red ones. (I'm SURE he'll be taking them down to Devon where they can scamper about to their hearts' content.)

What a lovely and interesting man... we chatted for AGES. I think I'll have to take a flask of tea and some biscuits with me on my next jaunt.

I'm reading a book on housework (yes, I get the irony). In a nutshell it seems I need to either get my husband to do it or pay someone to do it AND I need to take lots of time out to pamper myself. The odd thing is, in-between the splutterings, guffaws and occasional howl of disbelief, my home is being scrubbed, polished and organised like never before. Spooky...