Ruffled

I decided not to go to the football (a wise decision, with the benefit of hindsight), instead doing a number of chores but also playing the guitar for a while. I only went out the door once, to the local store, and staggered round onto the Shore in the teeth of a westerly gale hoping for a blip. The Water of Leith looked quite furious and choppy, and the only two birds around were the Odd Couple, hunkered down on the wall.

"This wind is fair ruffling ma feathers, pal."

"Watch out, it's that woman pointing a camera at us again - do you think she's stalking us?"

"Oh, shut up and get your beak pointed into the wind".