sheldrake

The only saving grace of my job is the view. We have patio doors in the studio that look out into a large garden with trees at the bottom. We border the park, so we get quite a lot of wildlife. Ok, mainly pigeons and magpies, but we also have a pair of jays, a green woodpecker, even deer on occasion! Not to mention a million squirrels, who keep us entertained with their endearing survival instincts, bless 'em. Sitting up on their hind legs, nibbling acorns, gambolling across the grass, you name it. Of course, both the squirrels (grey) and the deer (muntjack) are evil non-native species doing damage to our countryside, but oh! They do it with such charm! Typist C, who is nuts -- you may remember her from the 'Brokedown Mount-aayyyn' post -- has a habit of shrieking "Ooh - a squirrel!" every now and again, as if she hasn't noticed that there are a million of the little buggers, and they're out there, doing their stuff all the time! So now, when she's not here, we've developed a habit of randomly shouting "Squirrel!" at each other. (The proper response to this is, "Where?")

Anyway, today a couple of ducks wandered into the garden, waddled around a bit, peered in the patio doors, and wandered off again. It was great. My kin!

Been doing lots of writing today! :)

Off to the Smoke tomorrow to see peeps. Yay! Just wondering what to wear. The choice is not great, as I neglected to do any washing yesterday.

Every day I go through an incredibly run-down area on the bus, called Dickens Road. Today there was a bunch of kids hanging around outside the chippy, which is not unusual, but one of them was wearing a mask. It was just a blank face, light brown in colour, with eyeholes. He ran up to the bus as it passed and jumped up at the side windows. Later I saw what I thought was a man with a ferret sleeping across his shoulders, but it turned out he was just wearing a parka.

I'm hungry.