QUILT MAKERS.

Dear Reader.

It has come to MY attention that YOU may be under the impression that I am still plucking MY feathers out. This is NOT the case, I did dreadful deed jurst once because I was attacked by a drunk called Jo, NOT OUR beloved Jo, aka Granny, another Jo, aka stupid girl, who had been an assistant to Studio Owner.

SHE and the current assistant had been told Stupid Jo, as I shall call her, had been a nightmare. They wondered why she was invited back into Studio as she was close to a number of people who were not supposed to be very trustworthy but it was not their place to question other people's judgement... and they were never given a straight answer if they did.

Stupid Jo arrived merry and proceeded to become exceedingly drunk and showed herself to be a thoroughly unpleasant character, for, seeing I was in MY cage and knowing that SHE was out shopping, she blew smoke at ME, Dear Reader, the smell and MY DEAR, she smelt, ugh, uggy pooh, of stale alcohol, cigarettes and cheap 'perfume'.

Parrots have air sacks and smoke can and does kill us. So I plucked MY chest, leg and stomach in fear and panic.. YOU cannot imagine HER face when SHE saw the damage I had done, SHE took ME out of cage to cuddle, SHE smelt smoke and knew what had happened. But drunk, nasty, stupid girl got her comeuppance. Stupid people usually do, which is why I am SO glad WE don't have anything to do with that place anymore.

But that was then and this is now.. MY feathers are growing back, I even have MY three little 'Pinky People' back! I didn't want YOU all to think that WE have this new job as feather quilt makers!

SHE got up early this morning, in fact, OUR day started very early this morning at around 3am.. I was restless and could not settle, SHE got up, opened cage, picked ME up and got back into bed.. heheheeheeee, cosy warm, snuggly buggly under quilt, toasty toes on HER fleecey jimjam covered arm and offfff WE went, back to sleep.. to wake up with the alarm at 7am..

Time to get up and shake pans.. I had been an exceedingly good parrot and not done any 'unmentionables' in HER bed and so I got.. yes, MY favourite breakfast.. Fried Egg, sunny side up, on Rye and Sunflower bread", oh fiddle-the-diddle. Man, I LURVE that combination.

SHE has this fabulous griddle on which SHE cooks everything for a fried breakfast, the bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and sausages and the fat in which the eggs cook has JURST a little taste of the other goodies... heaven on a plate!

At about 9am guests left, SHE stripped beds, did laundry, turned room back into sitting room, put up ironing board, ironed quilt covers, pillowcases and sheets, loaded dishwasher ready for tonight, no point in running it with only a few things. Cleaned bathroom, hoovered and abracadabra.. bingo.. one clean home.

WE had a mini little snacket of fruit with a lick of Humous, then SHE went out to do Banking and Posty Office, SHE sent packets of coffee and a bottle of magic Oil to Debi in Sheffield and a mysterious envelope to someone else.. nope, Beak sealed, YOU will jurst have to wait!

SHE came home before dark, opened emails and read newspaper whilst WE had a cup of tea, SHE laughed when SHE read Rosamund's email from 'down under', Rosamund was wondering what she had done to be classified as a norty Australian! Then BiBi dearest telephoned and they arranged when and where to meet tomorrow, they are going to The Bada Fair, so lunch in the Lebanese on the Kings Road is perfect.

Do YOU remember the story of The Pigeon who never flew? SHE wrote about Peter Pigeon in the Tale of The English Duke, a Georgian Prince and The Pilot, well, tomorrow SHE will tell YOU, Dear Reader, the Tale of Janni and Peter Pigeon... Hold onto your tissues Dear Reader, it is a very sweet Tale..

And now.. WE are going to read a book called The Shape of Water. WE wish YOU a very pleasant evening or midday if YOU are Rosamund in Australia-land or our Nameless Dear Reader in Brazil!

GeeGee Parrot.
March 20th, 2012.