THE PIGEON HAS LANDED. SOMEWHERE ELSE
I hope that this is the Last Post-but without a two minutes silence-about Stool. After strutting around in an irritating way all day, growling sotte voce
he decided to take refuge in the Boiler room the door of which I had carelessly left open. It seemed that this was going to be his permanent roost and general purpose struttery and toilet area-he craps prodigiously and the boiler controls were his principal throne of easement. After his ignoring three ultimata, two requests for a cease fire and a Security Council Resolution a posse armed with Katy's beach spade (thank you Katy)rooted him out to the back yard where after a final protesting dump into his water bowl he flew off south wards. This was dusk last night-and at 10am this morning he has not returned.
Hopefully he is back home in Hartlepool, Halifax of Hexham. Please stay there-neck unwrung or not, I don't really care.
Me, I learn from my mistakes. The Bolier door remains shut.And I am very happy to buy Katy another spade if she wants this one back.
A neighbouring bloggee summed it all up admirably: "Craps on his bowl and pisses off. There is gratitude for you"