We are being visited by a very persistent grey squirrel who runs across the conservatory roof and leaps up on to the balcony. I am wary of squirrels. At our last house in Seaford Squirrels cost us a great deal of money in repairs.
A roof tile had been dislodged in a storm and a family of squirrels had made a home in our roof. We could hear them running about above us. There was a danger they might bite through the electric cables and set the house on fire so we had to get rid of them. We were told they did not like the smell of moth balls so Don bought the local shop's entire stock - a large bagful and pushed them into the roof space. After a day or so we saw the squirrels emerge and they didn't come back!
When I told my friend she said "How did Don manage to hit them?".
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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