My left foot

Arrived home in the week to see a scrap between a sparrowhawk and a pigeon. No guesses as to the winner. The head was consumed first; the body left behind.

Today, all that remains, is a foot. Nice.

Friday.

Beer. Curry. Niceness.

...and, no work on Monday: course in London with the boss. Lie in. Dandy.

Enough one word sentences. Idiot.