On the balcony there lives a parrot.
It only says one word, which sounds like “Mummmiiiiiiiiii”.
It also manages to squawk when seagulls fly by.
I’m considering purchasing an airgun and shooting it.
I have been dissuaded by the terrible Goddess to pursue this idea as she thinks the owners might object and they could be bigger than me. If they are Portuguese, this is extremely unlikely.
There is a glimmer of hope; the restaurant is up for sale and the sign doesn’t say ‘parrot included’.
[What with one thing and another I couldn’t post yesterday. Penfold turned up in the afternoon and the very thing first I did was put his dongle into lappytop, after a suitable introduction of course. Unfortunately there was the usual problem of Macs being non-PC and the magic did not happen. This means that my connection to the interweave thingy is not going to improve – oh well. I’m sure that you, avid reader, will continue being patient. It matters not one jot that hardly anyone is fuelling my blog – I know who the faithful are, and they will be rewarded - not necessarily in this world, of course, or any other for that matter].
