Its been a funny old week. Not funny funny
funny peculiar really.
For a while now theres been a bird coming to my window
every day. It had learned to peck at the glass to call me and I gave it bread
and biscuits and stuff. A blackbird, but brown if you see what I mean, and they
tell me that means its female. Lovely little thing she was. On Tuesday
morning the big black tomcat from No 47 caught her. I saw it happen but
couldnt stop it. When I lost my little friend I cried, and I dont
mind admitting it. The next morning Wednesday I saw Mrs.
Pardoes terrier chase that blooming cat on to the road and a bus ran over
it. I didnt cry then.
From my window I can see the road and thats when I saw a
dog the same one that chased the cat lying there. Somebody must
have run over it and just left it.
That was yesterday Thursday.
Its Friday today and its the thirteenth too. I
should be going out to do some bits of shopping. Somehow I dont feel like
it. I think Ill stay in.