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Whirling up some Highland Storms

Highland Storms

Whirling up some Highland Storms

I'm helping Kaff out at The Nut Press today. (Yes, believe it or not, VIS's like me do sometimes have to get their paws dirty and do some work!) It doesn't feel very much like work though, 'cos we're hosting one of my lovely writer friends, Christina Courtenay. (You'll remember

If I Could Be Anyone, I'd Be...

If I Could Be Anyone, I'd Be...

... ME! Why would I want to be anyone else but adorable moi? Let's face it, peeps, when you're already perfect - and what could be more perfect than the bestest little grey squirrel in the world? - then who else could I possibly aspire to be, apart from possibly Angelina

Meeting the Ladies of ChocLit

Meeting the Ladies of ChocLit

Yesterday afternoon, Kaff and I went out for the day. We hadn't been anywhere for aaaaaaaaaaages, so I was super excited about the road trip. It was brilliantly sunny and a warm Spring day and we drove up the Heads of the Valleys road and dropped down over the hills

Doing bunny backflips..

Stunt Bunny: Showbiz Sensation

Doing bunny backflips..

I think I might have a little crush... and no, before you ask, it's not Heike, my no-love-lost match that Kaff brought back from Germany. I am talking about a bright-eyed sleek-coated little lady by the name of Harriet Houdini, Stunt Bunny. I know, I know, she's not a squirrel.

Significant Other Blogfest

Significant Other Blogfest

I know you've all missed me but here I am, finally! I'm back with the first blog post of the New Year but it's not here. Nope, it's over on Kaff's blog The Nut Press as part of The Significant Other Blogfest. She doesn't know I've done it, either. Tee

The Hating Game Web Splash

Prospera Publishing

The Hating Game Web Splash

One of my rather gorgeous and very talented writer pals launches the ebook of her witty, fast-paced debut novel today and, if you're reading this, you can help boost the success of her book by downloading it from amazon TODAY. It's currently for sale at the bargain price of £1.

Without Alice in London

Without Alice in London

As you know from my previous post, I had a hectic time of it on Monday getting ready to go to London for D.J. Kirkby's launch for Without Alice. And yet...I was ready to go long before Kaff. Women, eh? It was a lovely sunny day in Cardiff

What to wear? What to wear?

What to wear? What to wear?

Oh dear! As you can see, I'm in a bit of a flap trying on outfits and I simply can't decide what to wear. You see, I'm going to London later today. Yes! The BIG CITY. While I may roam around the house here in Wales in my shorts and

I am a Graze-er

I am a Graze-er

Something rather wonderful happened this morning: a box of nuts dropped through my letterbox. I know! Every squirrel's fantasy, right? (Well, one of them anyway...) Thanks to my very lovely friend Katie Chappelle, who gave me a discount code, I had my wench Kaff order me a selection nibblebox from

Let me eat cake!

Coffee and Walnut cake

Let me eat cake!

Kaff's been promising me some cake and ice cream for the past week, so I was overjoyed when she finally delivered and brought this little beauty home. Coffee and Walnut cake. Yum! Now it might surprise you to know this (me being a squirrel and all) but I'm not a

Like Squirrels to Nuts

Like Bees to Honey

Like Squirrels to Nuts

Apart from my brief sojourn to the Scottish Highlands, I am mostly staycationing this year, so another beautiful Sunday afternoon found me out on the patio with a picnic and a terrific book, Like Bees to Honey by Caroline Smailes. (Lovely lady, if you're reading this, any chance of a

No squirrel wants to be Without Alice

No squirrel wants to be Without Alice

It was such a beautiful day today that I was desperate to get outside and enjoy the sunshine. Kaff has towers of TBR books (that stands for To-Be-Read, how well am I getting into this literary speak, eh?), so I clambered up, only knocking out a couple of volumes on

Clearing Out

This is a photo of me on an extremely powerful and poignant memorial statue called The Emigrants which commemorates all those who were forced to leave their homes in the Highland Clearances. It is situated in Helmsdale on the east coast of Scotland. The father and son look out to

Bright Prospects

Bright Prospects

This is one of the stops we made on the way up from Helmsdale to Strath Halladale: it's a picture of me at Baile-An-Or, the site of the Sutherland gold rush. Kaff's grandfather took part in it. No, he didn't find any gold - like Kaff's family has ever had

Dalwhinnie Distillery

A Wee Dram

Hello there! McSquizzey here... Yes, I am at long last on my summer holidays and whizzing ever northwards. After a fab-ly fun stopover with my lovely mates in Kendal, I have made it into Scotland. Currently in Fort Augustus on a stop-over, we visited Dalwhinnie Distillery yesterday to pick up

The Squirrel's heart beat

The Squirrel's heart beat

'If we had keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.' George Eliot I read this quote from George

Hammock Heaven

My hammock isn't really an outdoor hammock. It's supposed to sit on Kaff's desk. (High up, where she can forget about me.) I keep asking her when she's going to plant some nut trees in the garden and swing a hammock between them for me but 10 summers have passed

Paper Aeroplanes

Paper Aeroplanes

I went to a Paper Aeroplanes gig at Chapter Arts in Cardiff last night. Me. Out. On a Friday night. I was beginning to think that I might be getting too old (well, I am 3,000 years old) to keep up with the youngsters or down with the kids

Purple Ponty

It never fails to amaze me just where Kaff sometimes takes me. Take last night, for example. I thought I was going along with her and Geek-Boy to meet up with Fenty (a top bloke who we all used to work with) and go to an event in The Blueberry

Way-Hay!

I have Hay Fever after my first ever weekend camping in the famous Book Town. Okay, okay, so technically the campsite was just outside it and over the border in England, but still. I was there! Although I've been to the Guardian Hay Festival many times in the past, I've