As for the Chinese takeaway – see post below – I threw it all back almost instantly, and it’s still going on. It’s not pleasant. Not even slightly. Straight in, and virtually straight out it came. I’ve had to remain firmly ledgebound for the last 48 hours while Mart took himself off to the roof, and Al kept the window shut.
He let me in just now to do this, but I’m not sure how long it’s going to be, if you know what I mean. Excuse me too if there are any typos but he also made me put a tea-towel over the keyboard, just in case. Don’t blame him.
To top it all I got an e-postcard from ‘L’ who says there are no pigeons over in Mexico, or at least not where she is anyway. None whatsoever.
She says the reason might be that the whole place is full of these:
Saying that, spot the odd one out on the end giving it all large like a pelican. Typical.
Right. That’s it. Back to the ledge. Over to you, Al. Just press publish. Ta mate.