This week I have been watching squirrels fight one another (playfully might I add.) They live in
the trees in the park just off Oxford Road, and box & pull one anothers tails. Unfortunately I look like a bit of a madwoman, stopping & peering up into the trees, but it is worth it for the spectacle - even if the squirrels are of the marauding grey variety! Their fights actually do not remotely resemble the picture to the right.
the trees in the park just off Oxford Road, and box & pull one anothers tails. Unfortunately I look like a bit of a madwoman, stopping & peering up into the trees, but it is worth it for the spectacle - even if the squirrels are of the marauding grey variety! Their fights actually do not remotely resemble the picture to the right.The other half has been cooking all day. Sausage & duck cassoulet, & oxtail stew. I am salivating. Bring on the red wine (& the last in the series of 'In the thick of it' - sob!), and we have the makings of a very lovely night in. Jack Frost already has been busy this evening, not envious of those venturing into town...
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