Don't Panic Mr Mainwaring .............

Oh dear ....... I think I may have rather embarrassed myself this morning, letting my imagination run riot, before I'd engaged my brain.

I was embracing the little fresh air in our communal garden, when I noticed several patches of a shocking pink substance scattered hither and thither, but it was only when I noticed that our beloved squirrels Boris and Carrie and their little brood Wilfred and Romy tucking in unfettered that I panicked.

What if these piles were a noxious, rodent deterrent, totally unsuitable for the likes of Boris and family?  How could I live with myself if anything unthinkable happened to them, so early on in a new year?

It was then that I started running around the garden, arms flapping wildly, shouting "Shooooo, shoooo, shoooo, stay away, stay away" at the top of my voice, only for the new gentleman on the ground floor (with the lovely blue hair), opening his window and asking what on earth was the matter and was I all right?

I gave a good account of myself, only for him to burst out laughing, assuring me that said florescent, pink stuff was premium brand, Dawn Chorus berry suet pellets, which he, himself, personally had put out for the birds, explaining that his New Years resolution was to feed our garden wildlife more this year, especially at this time of year, when food was short on the ground and being pink they would easily be able spot it!  With that, I'm pretty sure I turned as bright pink as the pellets.

I'm just glad that I didn't actually collect a few pieces for Tom the Scientist to cross examine in his state of the art laboratory, under stringent hypothetical conditions, that would have been just too mortifying for words.  I returned to The Towers with my tail between my legs, asking Darrell if he could fix me one of his extra strong coffees, keeping a low profile for the rest of the day!  What am I like?