Sunday, 13 June 2010
Due to the credit crunch I'm selling one of my Squirrels. His name is Alan. You'll be amused by how we got together. I was clearing up the utility room when I saw Alan in a spot of bother. He'd got a big lump of congealed porridge attached to one leg and was having difficulty getting around. I managed to detach the porridge and he went on his way. Thirty minutes later I was watching CSI when he appeared on the arm of the chair and started waving his leg around as if to say, Look, no damage done. A real character.