A Winning Breakfast
Apologies for the recent gap in posting. I could make up an excuse, but I won’t, apart from the weather. Truth is I can’t face leaving the ledge when it’s windy. Call it old age. Just can’t be arsed to fight the gales anymore, and certainly didn’t want to end up in Peckham like last time. Not pleasant. Even flying down for a bite to eat was tricky the other day, so I sent Mart out instead. He seems to still find it funny being blown against lampposts.
Now it’s all settled down wind-wise, Me and Mart are off to Kingston for a day out. Tried to persuade Bill to come, but he wasn’t having any of it. Said he’d had a bit of a large night.
He’s not much of a looker at the best of times. Today though, Jesus:
Not seen him look this bad since last summer.
Had to share this too. Just had a right result on the breakfast front.
Check this lot out:
Couple of bits were still warm. Sweet.
Thankfully, Bill wasn’t with us. Not sure his stomach could have handled it.