So... yesterday I went to Brighton for a simple little visit. Had a lovely time visiting with old friends. I had said all day long that I wanted to go back to London no later than 7pm as I had work to do and an event to prepare for. Well, soon it was 9 and I can't remember how many glasses of wine later it was... finally got in a taxi to catch the train back to London. By 10:30 I finally ended up home back at Furtherfield. As I walk up to my door I notice that the curtain in my bedroom was knocked down. Strange I thought. I went upstairs to get ready for bed and there was the reason the curtain was knocked down... a squirrel! a squirrel in my bed! So we've been hearing squirrels on the roof for a while now and see them in the trees, but here he was inside, in my bed! We both froze, me and the squirrel, I shut the door and went back downstairs. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't sleep in my bed with squirrels! So I called Ruth, no answer. I suddenly worried they'd be asleep. So then I called Marc's phone at 11pm and said "there's a squirrel in my bed!" He started laughing and then called me a cab for me to go over to Ruth and Marcs for the night. I ended up at their place just before midnight where Marc and Ruth were watching Alien, drinking Guinness and laughing about the squirrel in my room. I spent the night and in the morning Ruth and I went back over to Furtherfield. As we walked up to the door we could see the squirrel sitting in my window! We went in fearing there'd be 50 more in my room... but there weren't (thank goodness) Just the one who had by now managed to knock over the lamps, eat part of the wooden bed frame, poo all over my room, and made things a general mess. We called in the landlord who came with his handy man to get the squirrel. After a bit of a chase, he got the squirrel and freed him outside. The squirrel in panic from his capture and release scurried around the backyard and then ran back in towards the house when Ruth shoed him away with her foot as if he was a soccer ball. So back inside, the Furtherfield interns have now showed up and we are retelling story when another squirrel falls from the ceiling and scurries across the studio! We call the landlord in again to catch and release. In the mean time I've washed my bed linens and cleaned up all the squirrel poo. We also filled the hole in the ceiling with foam in hopes of keeping anymore critters out... this would only happen to me... I can still hear them on the roof, but so far no more have made it inside!...