From somewhere on the interwebz: "I'm so sick of seeing Nigel Farage everywhere. I'm thinking of moving the Clacton so I never see him again."

Sod it! I've got a cold.

So, when I went out the other day, I was chuffed to see a black squirrel that ran across the road a little way ahead. I've not seen one for a couple of years. This morning the poor little critter had run across the road one too many times and he/she lay at the side of the road.