My neighbours were around again today and the courtship continues.
Coo-ee! I’m back!!
Look – I can stand on one leg. I’ve been practising. Good, innit?
And I can sing. Listen!
I can do Oh! For the wings of a dove. Better than Ernest Lough and Jimmy Hardacre used to be back in the 30s. I’ll be on the Third Programme yet.
Did someone mention me? You want my wings?
Good grief, how much longer is this going to go on? I’m trying to have my afternoon tea……
I have no idea how this will end. Maybe love will find a way.