Of Clocks and Squirrels

I prefer moving the clocks back an hour rather than forward.  It seem to suit my body better, I still think the whole idea is silly, as I have ranted previously in this journal, but an extra hour in bed for just one morning is nice.

Ann walked into Stratford and Pete and I followed a little later, in the car, to meet up at Nero for a Sunday morning coffee and read of the papers.  It was pretty busy, not helped by the fact only one of the three loos there is operational.

Murray / Tsonga final at Vienna with a win for Andy, good second set. Other than that the boys seem to have wall to wall football all afternoon.

A few days ago I mentioned the squirrel proof feeder I'd bought to ward off the pesky little beasties, unfortunately I didn't figure on baby squirrel who's now foraging on his own.  At the moment he's small enough to scramble between the bars and the feeder, oh well!