A Kissing Tax.. That should stop it!

When did the French start exporting Kisses?

Now, of course, I really should check the facts with Joanna because she is married to a Frenchman and she will know the answer to this question but from what I know, which is not a lot, don't the French do it this way? They kiss family and friends.. and certainly NOT people who they have met only twice, and absolutely NOT people who are OLDER than them.

SHE was kissed this week by someone SHE finds quite repulsive, for more than one reason, no, my beak is sealed.. When SHE saw this person advancing upon HER, SHE did NOT smile or give this person any possibility of thinking that SHE was pleased to see this person.

However, the person, who was drunk, took no notice and made as to clasp HER to their chest as if to imply that SHE was a long lost friend...

Ugh, why do people behave like this, it is SO unattractive. I blame those naughty French for exporting, FOR FREE, their kissing habit? If they had put a high tarif on kisses or taught people the Rules on The Art of Kissing, then these awful people would not do it, IF you are going to kiss someone.. Please don't make the mistake of kissing someone you shouldn't and certainly you do NOT kiss someone who shows every sign that they do not want to be kissed.

On a much lighter and happier note...

WE were at the Studio today and MY cage was taken UP those stairs that I have written about. It was much nicer to be up here rather than down there. SHE positioned MY cage within sight and just a flap away from the kitchen and, shame upon me, I didn't even notice when SHE went out because I had, within my beady sight, both Lovely Assistant and Studio Owner and I was able to see what they were doing. Much more interesting than being downstairs by MYSELF.

SHE ran around and out and about like some demented person, up Red Lion Street, down Clerkenwell Road, along to Britton Street, up Saffron Hill, along Kirby Street, back again, then across to Lambs Conduit Street, through Brunswick Square to Waitrose, back through Brunswick, (are you still with ME?) and finally, back across Theobalds Road and down Red Lion Street and into the Studio. HER legs are going to be in mighty good condition for digging the allotment, that's for sure!

But tomorrow.. YES, ahha.. That horrid and very dismal Mister Woe better have his bag packed and ready to go out into the COLD.... for WE are going on a train to Balham.. chufchufchufff.. toot toot. Yes, WE are going to rendezvous with Ellie of Ellie's Dairy, to purchase GOATY MILK. Yes, fresh Goaty Milk will, again, be in the fridge. Oh, happy days will be here again. Thank God for that, as HER in the morning without a proper cup of coffee is... Well... perhaps the comment I was about to say is best left unsaid.

WE are going to put our lights out early tonight, for it was no gross fib, SHE really DID run about a lot today, don't forget HER age, and WE do have a reasonably early start as neither of US have been to this place in Balham. So from the two of US, it is "Good Night to you all".

GeeGee Parrot.
January 13th 2012.