#fat squirrels

[l1manad3]

Watching the fat squirrels run around outside my window. Reminds me of my wife. I miss my wife.

[prevailing-westerly]

St. James's Park, long evening shadows and squirrels!

They absolutely don't mind! Don’t worry, they didn't get hurt in the process, I only give them few nuts, and squirrels only, never feed the birds. But I have to say squirrels in Regent’s Park are fatter.

[chaos-and-recover]

Oooooh, won’t you take me home tonight

Oooooh, down beside your red firelight

Oooooh, and give it all you got

FAT AUTUMN SQUIRRELS, YOU MAKE THE ROCKIN’ WORLD GO ROUND

[jbe200]

Checking me out to see if I had anything good to eat?

[jbe200]

When I first spied this squirrel, he was peeing and eating at the same time. My attention caused him to run up the tree. But, he came back down to beg another fry from his source. The Mears Park squirrels are getting fat. I wonder if they’ll start getting all of the horrible diseases that humans get from our poor diet?

[prevailing-westerly]

This is going to be London blog for a moment, sorry. But I know at least Rob's gonna like it. 😁

First day, it's not overwhelming anymore, just bliss. I like it so much here, I can't!

We did nothing special. Stepped out at St. James's Park to meet the squirrel gang, walked up to Trafalgar Square, spontaneously jumped into a double-decker to find a less busy place for a coffee, came back the same way, traditionally ate Asian food next to the lions (well, Itsu is right in front of it, so it's a must), then walked along Thames, and returned through the same park. It's all enough for nearly six hours.

The Big Ben is finally open, and I caught it from fav point of view, disguised. I still take most pics that way, stick out my hundred-euro phone without even stopping, click, and hope for the best. 

Strand. Sight from the rear window of a double-decker.

Thick and sweet scent of tulips dragged us into the Whitehall Gardens. Another nightingale was responsible for the acoustic input.

Don't be afraid to be different.

The Big Bad Eye.

We're busy, we're so busy in the big city.

This is Sherlock Holmes pub, they have a small museum on the second floor. Decent fish'n'chips, interesting decorations if you are into old British adaptations of ACD. Not much of our Sherlock, but there is some.

'People will talk'. (John 'Not Gay' Watson)

'Shut up. You were thinking, it's annoying'. (Sherlock 'Married To My Work' Holmes)

(the pic is from 2018)

Luckily, when we were there, it was all empty. But on Thursday afternoon it always looks like this, the pub day. Crowds next to every pub, people celebrating closing the week early.

St. James's Park is full of early Easter celebrations. People hang out on the grass right next to absolutely unafraid geese and squirrels.

Warning, more squirrels coming up!

[prevailing-westerly]

Day 29.

The last day of our monster suitcase. We got a new one and almost packed, tomorrow we go back to Lisbon. Oooh, this is so disturbing, all this change and the big city again.

This suitcase came with my in-laws from their American kin already VERY used, then I got it as an offer of 'maybe you can fix the torn and broken parts and use it for something'? Yeah, I get these offers all the time to the point I can't buy myself anything new bc I got too much of someone's old stuff to give another life to.

I did fix it. And the we exploited it for six more years, up to its last defence line, until it literally snapped at the seams, lost its wheels and got a hole in the bottom while I dragged it over Setubal cobbles. My hand actually wants to type 'him', not 'it', so close we got. And now we abandoned it.

On the bright side, it had seen all possible places around the Baltic states, too many to mention (huge suitcase is very handy to throw all stuff in when you to a two-days sports event by car)

and also Poland, Germany (Berlin to be precise), Croatia, Slovenia, Bulgaria, Hungary, Rhodes, Portugal, and that's where it's gonna be buried.

Goodbye, old friend, I hated you on this trip and you're no use anymore, but I ache like I'm leaving behind a pet at the very least. I feel like dropping a tear, and my younger kid did, not even one. Oh god.

Fun story. A couple of days ago we were walking on the outskirts of Setubal, and Bay yelled, 'Look, a suitcase!' No, seriously, someone threw a big suitcase over a slope next to highway (Wtf? Sniff, you?) And, seriously, we climbed down to take a look. It was good enough, I'd save it, but it sat there in humidity for too long, so it got all stinky, and we left it where it was.

Ok, if someone reads this, feel free to call psychiatric ambulance to Rua Antao Girao 5, Setubal, while we're here today, this address has three potential mental patients.

After the funeral we went to say goodbye to the quay.

And played a little 'floor is lava'.

Lisbon tomorrow. I hope I have finally figured the train mystery, and our tickets are going to get us where we need.

[jbe200]

Squirrels force St. Paul park to scale back holiday lights

Hungry squirrels are forcing a downtown St. Paul park to scale back its Christmas lights display. The St. Paul Pioneer Press reports the Fri

So....this is going on in my front yard. Squirrel power! They have forced the sparkly blue lights to go dark. I haven't been out yet to see the new lights. I don't usually visit the park in the dark or when it is this fricking cold. Current temp -5. What next?