Sitting With Your Friends, Cause Y'all Remincise

Remember this little bud? This is him now.

Summer ends today I think, and that is a bit sad because the twittervating has only just started in earnest.

I watched a crow do a very funky dance for his chosen lady today; imagine Eric Morcambe trying to win over Dame Judi Dench. That's what it was like, marvellous to watch.

I'm so glad I'm past the mating dance ritual, it's exhausting. "Does my hair look good", "Do I smell good". "am I dancing good". God, it was a nightmare.

It's such a relief when you find the "one", and you realise that it matters not a jot whether your hair is good, if you smell good, (Although by god, if you don't he'll soon tell you), and your dancing is specifically reserved for entertainment value.

Nothing does a relationship more good that a spell of crazy dancing round the house specially for each other.