Re-cycling, dull days, soup and squirrels!

I was rudely awoken at 7:15am, from the little doze I have while my cuppa cools down, by the local re-cycling collectors. Why, oh why do they park outside my window then start throwing about a dozen bottles (which they must have collected elsewhere because I only had one and a jam jar) into an empty metal container. The neighbours must think I'm a lush.
Anyway when I got up what a surprise, another dull bloody day with no sign of that big, bright thing in the sky that they call the sun. I really think I may have a degree of SADS so I'll have to consider getting a 'daylight' bulb.
With Christmas getting closer I thought it would be a good idea to sort out the fridge and freezer in order to rescue the long forgotten about purchases that lurk at the back and get it into some sort of order. The freezer is now well organised and there are quite a few things I can cook up over the next few weeks so that I can fill it up again!
From the fridge I took out all the sad remains of some celery that would be past it's best today, a couple of potatoes and some onion from the rack and made a rather delicious soup for lunch. I make quite a lot of soup for lunch now because it's cheap and also it is supposed to help you feel fuller longer if, like me, you are trying to lose weight. I'll let you know if it works. My grand-daughter also likes to make soup with me when she comes down, she's even made a list and I think the next one might be carrot and coriander.
With all that done, I decided to fill up the squirrels' nut box because it looked rather empty. What a state! Absolutely filthy! With all the wet weather though it's not surprising. Anyway, I gave it a thorough clean and filled it up then I scrubbed out the bird bath which I filled with fresh water. All the time I was aware of being watched but it soon became apparent that I was taking too long because one of the squirrels was up the wall crying! He usually does this if he sees a cat in the garden and doesn't stop until I've come out and chased it off. He did this one day and I came out but couldn't see anything but he would not shut up so I went upstairs and looked out of the window only to see the cat two gardens away!
When I had finished I told him he could come down and get his nuts and I had only just got in the back door when he had his bum sticking out of the box looking for the best ones. This squirrel is one that I call Squidge but he now also has a very pretty friend who is a beautiful pale grey with a very white tum. I haven't thought of a suitable name yet. There are also others that come from time to time but Squidge is a real regular. I used to get a lot of birds too including a flock of twenty or so sparrows. Unfortunately I haven't even heard a bird sing or seen one in the garden since the beginning of November when the landlady got the builders to grub out the garden which I had made by the side of the house. That's another story.