Fresh hell

Sorry to disappoint followers of the idiot bird series - there was a prime candidate who woke me up around 6.30 am by making loud crackling sounds beneath the window. It was an adult gull attacking the cover that a neighbour has tied over his motorbike. I suppose parts of it are silvery, parts are black, and he'd previously had lots of luck with black bin liners being full of disgusting things. Unfortunately the angle was too steep to get him and the bike in the same shot, and anyway he spotted me and stomped off, glaring.

Went up the allotment and came back via Tesco where I encountered the giant traffic jam resulting from the new diggings at the Foot o' the Walk. Some of the banners on their wire fencing say "Thank you for your patience". How very dare they - what patience? You can just see Queen Vic in the distance, in the middle of it all - for once Leith would be in complete accord with her I suspect, in that WE ARE NOT AMUSED.