Squirrel on bird table (and fly on squirrel)

I just fell asleep during Forged in Fire and woke up to someone talking about a disaster. Fortunately I had been sleeping with the fire on and a hot water bottle tucked in the blankets I had on my lap so I was quite flexible. I woke, made sandwiches and sat to check the comments on my blog.

I really ought to go to bed, but can never resist the temptation to look at the blog after making sandwiches.

Tonight, after my last blog post, I dozed and ate fish fingers with peas and potato wedges. It’s not a life of great style and elegance, but it needs living and I am probably the best person for it.

Then I did the shopping order for next week and dozed again whilst watching TV.

Tomorrow is only  half day so I don’t really need sandwiches, but Julia does. All I need to do is last until lunch and them I can come home and do things. Or, I can come home and doze in front of the fire.

Squirrel in a bin – Clitheroe Castle

There really is very little difference between my winter routine and hibernation. Once I retire I must think this through. In many ways it would be simpler just to give in and hibernate. However, I suppose that I will end up imitating the grey squirrel. They don’t hibernate, but they do sleep a lot. So I will sleep a lot and send in food orders via the internet that consist mainly of nuts. When relatives, concerned by getting no answer from me, eventually contact the emergency services they will find me nestled in a bed filled with dried leaves and with a spare room filled with packets of nuts.

That reminds me, I promised two cousins that I would do things this year. One is connected to family history and one to current family members. I have done neither, on a account of me being ill for the last three months. And being lazy and forgetful. I had better write to them to remind them I am alive and , belatedly, doing things. Strangely, they are both doctors, so |I will probably be bombarded with advice about health. I may leave the letters until next week. There’s only so much health advice a man needs and I am getting enough from my own doctors at the moment. It’s strange. You don’t see a doctor for years, then then, as so0on as you get something interesting, a group of them comes along at the same time . . .

Squirrel stealing bird food

This is either Part 2 of yesterday, or Part 1 of today. Not sure which.