"Bonding" with the neighbours

Or: "Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean I can't see you..."

It's a sad life when the only shot I took all day was of Mr D's legs (nice as they are) emerging from the roof.
He was putting a bright light and some blocks of camphor in the roof, to persuade the possum that it might prefer to live somewhere else. He's very tolerant of the 'neighbour' (live and let live), but it's started making holes in the ceiling, which is not very neighbourly, so...
Seems to be working. The galumphing about type sounds seem to have stopped. We shall see.