IT'S the hottest summer in years here in London Town! A couple of days ago the mercury hit 34C, that's about 93F, which might be run of the mill if you're in Sydney or Dallas but trust me, that's REALLY HOT for here. Thankfully I have whizzy wide-opening windows and an upstairs balcony. My "pet" pigeon Jilly, who's chosen to roost there has laid at least two clutches of eggs. The last generation failed to hatch and has been festering in the sun (poor eggs!) but her other babies have been cooing at my window for the last month and a half.

And the pigeons are getting braver by the day. When I'm sleeping they'll venture in to perch on my dish, which is balanced on an armchair with the sticky-out bracket wedged between cushions. Sometimes, when they get brave, they'll go for a flap all around my living room and come sit on my other couch. Then I wake up and they eye me in surreptitious terror and stop cooing and flap out of there hastily leaving stray bits of down spiralling behind them. Nobody has crapped on my carpet yet. O yeah I haven't got a carpet yet. Ho hummm!
I started feeling restless earlier and my formerly depresed mood has broken through into the full glossy, sparkly, glistering radience of summer. I feel beautiful ~ and I haven't done heroin or any other drug for days!
Wow!!
This music is transcendent, spectacular.... if music can sound this good on earth, what is music like in Heaven..?
... And doncha just luuurve a good Dynasty Cat Fight...?
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