It’s raining catastrophically outside, and I am snuggled into the corner of my room with a cup of tea (extra strong). Now I don’t like to boast, but I genuinely have been making the most glorious patchwork quilt in the history of creation. I have an awful lot of time off this Summer, so I thought I’d do something productive, and have consequently become elderly. It isn’t finished yet, but you just wait!
There has been a pigeon in one of the hanging baskets outside Waitrose for quite a while now. The basket did have flowers in it, but they’ve become slightly bedraggled since the pigeon has built its nest there. Those baskets usually win awards, so I feel the pigeon has been a tad insensitive in its choice of home; then again, it’s probably hard being a single mother. I certainly don’t see any commitment from the father..