Green Apples and an Early Start

Ah now. Something is afoot. Lists She has written all over the place (More over the place since I slept on them last night.) Washing and ironing left out to air. (His trousers will have to be washed again I'm afraid. He hasn't seen them yet though.) There is most definitely something in the air, (and it's not the gobbet of food I hid under the piano. That's not noticeable as yet. Should be ready by Monday though.) Will let you know what is happening.

And now to Fred and why He took hard little green apples to bed. F is looking really tatty with half his feathers gone and the most unpleasant neck I have seen on a bird in a very long time. So why oh why does it stand in the middle of the garden and shout every morning? Surely can't want more of us to look at it. (CM dropped by last night. Minus collar and minus something else since it came home from the vet. With luck it will be rather better tempered now. Anyway, CM was quite impressed with the state of Fred, thought I was responsible which will do my standing around here no harm at all. Was just about to explain when CM went home.) This morning F started shouting at 4.30 and 10 minutes later He chucked one of the green apples at it so it left in rather a hurry. Left a few more feathers behind too.

The catnip has gone and is replaced with something that doesn't taste nice at all. Wonder where She put it? Shall go search on the compost.