Top of the world?

Not exactly! I had a rubbish nights sleep and tossed and turned trying to find a cool spot in the bed - woke with my head where my feet usually are and could not figure out what I was looking at when I opened my eyes! I decided to spend the day doing very little - but did in fact tidy the clothes in my bedroom and dragged out my ironing - sorted it into importance of ironing as in most likely to wear, then promptly covered it with a throw! I then hoovered downstairs and thought about washing the kitchen floor but thought better of it...once again! So spent the rest of the day reading Rosamund Lupton's Afterwards - what an incredible novel - could not put it down until I finished it! 
Each evening the crows gather on the viaduct and in the trees ready for a fly past - tonight I heard them and  thought I would capture them  so rushed up to the attic. They  flew onto the rooftops opposite, then down river and over to the allotments, where I once saw them, in fact I heard the sound of their wings as they flew over me to be exact - amazingly loud all those feathers/wings flapping! Well I sat on the bed with Fat Cat and waited for them to fly over the river towards Plymouth as they usually do. A group were in the trees by the farm, and they massed along the viaduct, then they too headed to the allotment. I waited, and waited, I heard the occasional crow,  saw the occasional bird, the sun slowly sank - and they never appeared! Sneaky devils must have decided on an alternative route! So you get my chimney instead as my blip!