Mistake

That was a mistake. Breakfast in bed but good but She threw a massive wobbly. Must have been something to do with the feathers that, try as I might, got everywhere. Or maybe it was the red stains in my new bed. (Pigeons are so dreadfully drippy when fresh.)

Took my cherished bed off the radiator and put it in the washing machine. 'Tis still circling gently when I look through the little round window. Patted the glass but was a bit hot.