The parrot and I were out for our usual Sunday constitutional walk in the local park.
'You know' he pondered, 'I think that instead of knocking down pubs and garages, and building flats, they should make more parks like this one.'
'That would be very nice', I countered, 'but people need places to live. Where are we going to put everyone, if the government don't erect new dwellings?'
'Where are people going to buy fuel for their cars and have a pint?'
My parrot looked a bit dejected today. 'What's the matter?', I asked, as he's usually quite jolly.
'I've been reading the paper' he replied, 'and things don't look good.'
'Well, you know the answer to that, then, just give up reading it.' The parrot looked at me in distain.
'If you're a thinking parrot, like me, you care about what goes on in the world.' And he stuck out his chest in the way parrots do.
'Are you suggesting,' I say hufffily,
I'm lying on the grass, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of nature, the birds idling chatting, the bees lazily buzzing and generally feeling at one with nature, when I hear the clatter of tiny feet! It can only mean one thing and my thoughts are confirmed when I hear the dreaded word, 'Grandma'. I open one eye, as the sun is blocked out from my view to see my grandson towering above me.
'What are you doing, grandma?'
'I was attempting to have a nap before you
I always think that the English weather, if we were to consider its gender, must be female. It can be so contrary and quite spiteful at times.
Take last Friday for instance. It was a very hot sunny day, so no surprise for chosing a sundress to wear. I was going to the dentist, which is of no signiicance, except to say I got caught on the motorway and missed my appointment with the hygenist who I was supposed to see before the dentist. Anyhow, by the time I had got out of the
how many of you prefer this way.. why..??