...as I was at the end of the last post, allow me to introduce you to the squirrel which resides in this dinky cottage garden on the edge of St James Park. This is centralish London, folks, not the shires and it did cross my mind that the critter was from central casting (same as those aforementioned bobbies) and employed by the tourist commission.
Whatever, he hopped right up onto the fence in front of us, adopted numerous cutely photogenic angles, then threatened to pounce when no food-for-payment was forthcoming. Put me in mind of that scene from Christmas Vacation with the squirrel in the Christmas tree. I backed away rather quickly. Can you blame me? Just look at that evil red eye.
posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 10:46 PM
