Grandfather and squirrel

"My grandfather had a pet squirrel at one time. He lived in Chislehurst, in a house with woods in a large back garden. The squirrels would come and knock on the window to be fed and eventually one became so tame that it would come indoors. It used to sit on my grandfather's head and eat nuts. It chewed holes in the top of some of the doors so it could get round the house more easily. It also chewed the top of the pen my grandfather kept in his pocket."

 With thanks to Mr S for the story, who also contributed the photo below, taken at the Lambeth Country Show (not sure we can post the second half of your story, it's too distressing!)

Window dressing

A recent visitor to a North London address evinced disdain for apple cores left outside overnight, but was eager to consume birdseed and mixed nuts. Attempts by the house occupants to persuade the squirrel to dance - Northern Soul style - to a Major Lance compilation CD, proved a failure. This was presumably because of Health & Safety concerns, since the windowsill is clearly too narrow for backdrops and spins.