Or rather, squirrel stops work.
I've done about three hours of writing this afternoon and I'm no longer feeling that I can't finish it. The good news also is that a couple of the women I've interviewed have won prizes recently- Janet Beat and Olga Fitzroy. I hope there are more to come.
Rather depressingly, my boiler is on the blink. It will cost two holidays, a Christmas of presents and an interesting diet to fix, unless I hit eBay with a guitar. May well have to do that.
Here's the squirrel anyway. It got such a fright after I scrabbled up the fence to take this shot that it scarpered and looked even more spectacular with it's white belly and fluffy tail, but I had to keep my balance and couldn't take another photo.