Ah, Sunday mornings: A time for catching up on sleep and long lie-ins, undisturbed by the beep beep beep of the alarm clock.
Usually.
This morning, however, I was woken by the sound of two pigeons competing to produce the loudest, throatiest coo. Either that or they had some kind of nasal infection -- if pigeons have noses or nasal equivalents. Impossible to sleep through and they've tucked themselves away on the balcony upstairs, so I can't throw something at them.
7.30 on a Sunday morning and I'm wide awake. Great; just great.
Pigeons: Vermin with wings.
1 comment:
7:30?! Ha! I laught at your 7:30! I've been "awake" for an hour already. snarl. grunt.
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