AS I look through my window, the lush green field behind my house is erupting with mole hills.

I am assuming, therefore, that it’s mating time in Moley land.

It’s rather fascinating that there are all of these parallel worlds and communities going on that are so separate from our own.

I often look at Baby, my little dog, and wonder what she is thinking, and then I ask myself “does she think?”

If she wants to go outside, she stands by the door into the garden, and looks up at me with large pleading eyes, while making a sad mewing noise.

Well, you just can’t refuse that can you?

In my garden there are some large leylandii trees and in the upper most branches lives a family of squirrels, who have a rather set pattern of behaviour.

They come down almost at the same time every day – but then make me out to be a liar, when I have guests and invite them to come to the window and watch the squirrels play, for then they ‘cock a deaf un’ and don’t appear!

I just love flea markets, and second hand stalls – or the redistribution of the town’s rubbish as my son calls them.

I suppose the attraction is because, at the back of your mind, you always have the thought that you might just find that certain something.

Not that you know what that certain something is, but you will, as soon as it jumps out and bites you.

I think I enjoy visiting them because auctions, flea markets and the like are a vague version of a treasure hunt.

You just don’t know what you are looking for, but at the back of your mind you are secretly hoping that one of these days you will unearth a find of the century.

I am delaying my trip to New York as the weather forecast over there is not good and if I am going to enjoy myself, the weather could be quite important.

I need a hobby. Why? I hear you ask.

Well, I am spending too much time watching telly, it’s so damned seductive, what with Emmerdale, Corrie and Eastenders.

It’s got to the stage where I am now watching all three of these soaps, not all at one go, of course, but I do tape them and watch later.

The trouble with TV as against radio is you have to watch it, whereas with radio you can do other things at the same time.