I've been growing marrows, strawberries and sunflowers in my garden. The slugs and snails have eaten the marrows, which I don't care about because who eats marrows anyway? 

The squirrels dug up the sunflower seeds before they had even sprouted but there was one large, green strawberry that I was especially proud of and I would go and admire it every morning.  It seems the squirrels had been admiring it, too.  They pounced on it overnight and carried it away somewhere, stripping the rest of the strawberries from the plant and scattering them around in an act of vandalism that seemed to suggest that my gardening was not up to their standard. 

None of this is news.   I don't have any news - I've been writing all day, every day.  My new play is nearly finished and I've got three other projects I'm working on in various stages.