Flight

The morning (albeit very late) kicked off with a bird flying madly around the sitting room looking for an exit.

Finally, it crashed into the window and fell down the back of the radiator (a place of old socks, wooden bricks, long-lost Playmobil, a hammer and vast quantities of dust).

There was a lot of crowding around, shouting, poking and ridiculous suggesting but we liberated it.

I decided not to subject it to some mindless blipping so i've taken a rubbish shot of a hot air balloon instead.



Fly Away.


It's-so-hot-I-can't-be-bothered-backblip-for-yesterday.