I am Budgie sitting again, whilst my partner and her Mum are on a weeks Kayaking course in Venezuela?
Trouble is ,with it getting light at 4am, the old feathered warbler decides to break into song.
I had to come down stairs and try and find a cover to put over the cage. The only thing I could find were two pairs of my old underpants.
When I got up again at 9am, I removed the pants and I can only describe the look on the Budgies face ,as abject terror?
She is coming out of it now though.
I have been asked by a reader in Germany, not to use green letters as it makes it hard to read.
I will now steer away from the Lincoln Hue.
Decided to take the new cycle track into town today.
Because it was hot and I am prone to getting cold sores at the mere sight of a sun ray, I plastered my lips with Bondi Beach sun protection.
The route on the track, goes past a refuse dump. This means, that for about 400 yards of the journey I had to cycle through a cloud of flies and horrible insects. I pedaled like buggery to get through them quick.
Things is, with all the sticky Vaseline on my lips, all they did was stick to my mouth. When I finally got through, I looked like a negative of a Black and White Minstrel!!!
Seems that the 'in thing', whilst cycling, is to nod at other cyclists acknowledging that we are all riding pushbikes?
I find this really weird. I mean , would you stand in a public toilet next to 5 complete strangers and nod at each other because you are all having a wee!!!
Family tree is fascinating.
I found out that my Great Grandma beat my Great Grandad to death!!!
Not, with a 10lb lump hammer, but snuffing it before him??
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