scrabble

... not the game.

A good start to the day (coffee, reading the paper, sun shining) until a strange scrabbling sound from inside the chimney. No worries we thought as the sound stopped after a minute or two; maybe just a bit of loose masonry falling down or coming loose. All fine until +1/2 went downstairs to get some more coffee and took a peek in the lounge to make sure all was well: a pigeon had fallen down the chimney and was sitting on the grate, a little dazed, having a look around. Fortunately I managed to catch it before it recovered its senses and started flying around. A few feathers lost but otherwise unharmed. 

Back into the routine and likewise the usual Sunday chores. I took the bike out to fill it up to save me doing it tomorrow and took a quick spin up to Alexandra Palace; pretty flat and dull light over the city.