HER FIRST DOG....

Dear Reader, I send YOU greetings.

Most of YOU have read all MY posts, so YOU know before I came to live with HER that SHE lived with Dagga-the-Parrot. SHE has had African Grey Parrots since 1988.

People ask HER if SHE had other animals in HER life and sometimes SHE talks about them, YOU have read about most of them but one 'animal' SHE has never mentioned because SHE had not thought of him for very, very long time, was the first one SHE ever had, a rather special dog.

YOU know SHE was born in, what was then called, Malaya, at time of the Communist Emergency. War time.. it was not long after the end of World War 2, toys were not so freely available, goodness knows cost of Janni, the beautiful doll that Jean HER Godmother bought HER. But one day Hugo brought back a charming toy for his youngest child. It was a 'walking dog', YOU never see them these days.

The dog stood on a small platform which was on small wheels and at the tail end was a hoop of metal, it encouraged children to walk because they felt secure holding onto the hoop as they went for a walk pushing their 'dog' along.

SHE adored this 'dog' and he had undoubtedly been much loved by many children before Hugo brought him home as one of his ears was nearly bald and Constance had to stitch back one of his shiny eyes..

There was at this time a real dog in the family, her name was Penny and she was a Roan Cocker Spaniel. HER brother was older and SHE spent many happy hours playing on the beach with Amah, Penny and HER dog.

Malaya became a very unsafe place for the family, Hugo was doing dangerous work and his name was found to be on a list of people wanted 'Dead or Alive' by the Communists. Children and wives were easy targets, so it was agreed that Constance, HER brother and SHE would go back to England.

They flew back in December 1953. Flying meant that what they were able to take with them was extremely limited. SHE was three and a half and by now, of course, SHW was walking.

It was bad enough leaving HER home, HER beach, HER very beloved Malayan Amah, Penny, HER father but SHE also had to leave HER dog..

Earlier today SHE went to get Goaty milk from Debbie who was at Farmer's Market and afterwards SHE went with HER house guest to eat a Pizza. The weather was atrocious.. rain and wind making sitting outside an impossibility, it was very snug inside the small restaurant, SHE might not have seen the couple walk by with their dog but for the owner opening the door for a customer taking out a Pizza..

But SHE did see them.. and suddenly decades disappeared and years fell away, SHE remembered his wiry coat and his rather stiff looking legs, for there, on a lead walking very proudly 'to heel' with his Mistress, was an elderly, now very rare breed of English Terrier, Airedale.

His name had been Mister Moka-Treakle.. and he was HER first dog.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 29th, 2012.

Lilies of the Valley....

Good day to YOU Dear Reader.

Are YOU all fit, happy, full of vim and vigour? I do hope so. Grizzly start to day here, I mean outside, not inside, for our cosy snug abode is dry and toasty warm for Mr. Boiler is awake, doing his job, heating radiators and making water hot.

Going to see t'other Debbie today.. yes INDEEDY.. SHE is going with ole trusty Wicker Trolley down to Farmers Market at Parsons Green to collect delicious Goaty milk. No sign of Mr. Woe.. what a relief as he is such a dismal person and makes home all gloomy and glum. He appears when there is no Goaty milk in house but SHE has worked out how to have enough Goaty milk in fridge or freezer for time between Ellie's Goaty Dairy visits to London.

SHE is on hunt for Lilies of the Valley. SHE saw some on a barrow off The King's Road last night, man wanted £9.00 a pot.. SHE laughed and walked on.. there are some growing at garden, but they will not be unfurling those elegant leaves and showing their pretty little bell shaped faces for a couple of weeks.. too cold, so SHE may go on jaunt by bus to the BIG Flower Market south of river and see if SHE can find some, SHE wants them in pots, then after they have flowered SHE will put them out into garden. SHE started with a few rhizomes, they naturalised and spread. Such pretty little flowers, such delicious perfume.

Or, SHE may go on major jaunt to Catford.. CATFORD, I hear YOU cry, where's that? Well, it is south of River Thames, go to Dulwich and keep going.. past St.Dunstans, on road to Lewisham, long way but once there, there is Phoebe's.. which is a WONDERFUL place for everything to do with gardens.

This is where SHE found Espaliered Cherry trees which look so pretty at garden, they have very large selection of plants and trees and they are very nice folk to deal with.

But today is what WE are dealing with, so SHE has to get up and get act into gear, taking Nigel to meet Debbie, Nigel has been staying for few days and leaves tomorrow to go back home to Canada, it is he that has Budgie and Cockatiel whom I hope will tell Tales of what life is like in Western Canada.

WE hope YOU enjoy your Sunday, not rest day for our Dear Readers in Saudi Arabia, they have a different schedule to week.. so PipPip to all wherever YOU may be.

SHE may find pots of Lilies of the Valley at Farmers Market, YOU never know.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 29th, 2011.

RISOTTO...

NO EXCUSE... SHE has, yet again, been off doing Human stuff, leaving early, coming home late, too late to concentrate properly on what I wanted to write on MY blog.. So this means that MY last post on MY Blog was last Sunday.. many apologies.. What can ONE do?

Moving swiftly along.. WE think WE may soon have new Dear Readers in Canada, family live on the West Coast in Victoria.. how lucky they are! Family consists of Human parents, son James, daughter Lilli, plus Avian people, a Budgie and a Cockatiel. This means, I hope, that WE will have Tales from Victoria, Canada.. mind YOU, I am still waiting for Mister Cat in Ottawa to pipe up with news.. If Mr.Yowie Cat can get his act together in Sheffield, a Canadian Cat should surely have a Tale to talk about.. maybe Cats hibernate in Ottawa in winter? Who can tell ME if they do?

Now... are YOU well? I was amazed to see that our Russian Readers have been very busy reading MY Blog.. every day Stats show Russia as being dark green! There have been days when there have been more Readers reading MY Blog in Russia than anywhere else! YOU know why this has happened, don't YOU.. they have realised that it makes them happy! And they have decided to spread MY Blog amongst their friends to make them happy too. Like in Saudi Arabia, WE know there is Ahmed, who showed MY Blog to his wife and whooosh, I have SIX Readers in Saudi Arabia.

Grim outside here.. Oooh yes, terrible winds blowing things up and over and rain.. lots of rain.. but apparently, THIS rain, is wrong rain.. only here would it be 'wrong type' of rain.. WHAT do these people mean, rain is rain and WE are mighty glad WE got it... saves worrying about our fruit bushes and trees...

SHE is practising a bit of frugality.. never a bad thing, as long as SHE does not expect ME to practise as well... NOPE, I eat Rye and Sunflower Bread and I don't and won't eat 'Mighty White' or whatever those bakers bake!

Back to subject.. sorry, thought of not having MY special yumyum makes for anxious moment.. so frugality in house.. SHE took amount of money from Bank and thought of menus for week.. off to market with ole Wicker Trolley running along beside HER, SHE bought eggs, fruit and vegetables and went to HER beloved Butcher for chicken carcasses. With herbs and seasoning and garlic.. into HUGE stock pot it went and on with gas.. soon most SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS smell wafted through house, Oooh, proper cooking, making proper stock, some SHE had as soup, then meat off bones, into bowl, into store cupboard for Rice.. Don't know what SHE has planned..

Pan on stove, garlic and onions and mushrooms chopped, bacon pieces chopped, butter into pan, sweated garlic and onions, rice, then seasoning and herbs, in went mushrooms, glass of white wine, stock.. Oh, Heavens-to-Betsy, what is this! I have never seen HER cook this dish before.. what is it, it smells delicious.

Much stirring, more stock, tested rice, I, meanwhile, on best behaviour, this is certainly NOT time to behave like Bad Bat. No Sirree.. Best manners, the odd, very polite squeak to show MY interest.. must not slobber from Beak.. or appear to think this is MY food, but do hope that I may be allowed to taste morsel as it smells.. well, it smells like something I would jurst LURVE to eat!

Bowl out of cupboard, gas off, ladle into pan, ladle dolloped yumyum into bowl.. SHE turned out kitchen light, onto HER hand, off WE went.. good programme on TV about Burt Bacharach.. and settled onto bed, fork into bowl, SHE had taste, offered it to ME.. but what is it?

SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS.. that is what it is, I stopped eating and looked at HER, I gave her 'The Look', it is one SHE knows I make when eating something extra good and by golly, this qualifies.. SHE smiled at ME, I said "wooooo" and SHE said "it is called Risotto and it came from Italy".

Oooh, I slept well last night with tummy full of delicious yumyum.. even name of dish sounds good... Risotto... clever folks those Italians.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 28th, 2012.

LOVAGE... and other green leaves..

Dear Reader, it was a quiet day, Sunday.. WE broke our fast with delicious boiled egg and bread, fresh coffee for HER with SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS Goaty milk heated and whizzed in whizzing machine, then back into bed to read newspapers and make telephone calls.

Sun still shining, off SHE went to garden to gather Bitter Herbs..

To find that somebody has been picking HER Asparagus.. oh dear, WE thought fruit and vegetable thieving had stopped, apparently not, but at least Little Shed not broken into and burgled again. Well, they will have nasty shock as SHE has plans to do something 'sneaky'.

I was having lovely doze at home on favourite perch, cosy, quiet, warm.. what was this I hear.. key in door! Back already, why? Then I realised.. norty rain raining hard. SHE has gardened at this place long enough to know when SHE sees those norty black clouds over trees, SHE has jurst fifteen minutes to close Little Shed, walk swiftly up path and onto road to bus stop before rain comes.

I think SHE slid under-the-ground, must have, to get back so quickly.. but what did SHE have in basket? I flapped way to top of kitchen door, small jump landed ME on kitchen swing.

SHE took down large saucepan, put baby potatoes and chunks of carrots into water, added pinch of salt, lit gas. Lifted bag out of basket.. took out pot of Humous! Oooh, WE have not had that recently.. mushrooms, a ripe Spiny-Apple and from another bag.. freshly picked leaves!

Wild Chicory, Chives, Fennel, Lemon Balm aka Melissa, Oregano, Mint, Radicchio, Red Chard, Rocket, Sorrel plus leaves and stems of lubbly-jubbly Lovage.

Egg sauce in bowl, roll leaves up, sliced thinly into bowl, Carrots and Potatoes cooked, strain and put into bowl.. chop Lovage stems on top.. I LURVE this dish.

With cold Duck breast for supper, cooked last night and left to soak in juices mixed with tablespoon of HER homemade Raspberry Vinegar.. oooooh, seriously good and tasty.

Very rare to find very fresh Lovage in shop.. YOU can grow it at home, in pot will do if YOU do not have a garden, jurst give it enough room to grow! Leaves taste slightly like Celery, although it is related to Carrot and Angelica.

Fresh young stalks make best potato salad.. YOU only have to plant it once, it is a hardy Perennial, has many uses, known in ancient times, very old Herb Lovage..

So, MY Sunday doze was short but very sweet.. SHE brought home fresh green leaves!

GeeGee Parrot.
April 22nd, 2012.

WHERE ARE THE ANSWERS?...

WELL? Where are they? WE came on line and went to look at comments box, expecting at least half a dozen answers.. to find.. nothing! Well, YOU are not trying very hard, are YOU,

So far, Ros, first off block, with correct answer that Dixon of Dock Green used to say "Evening All", then came a posting from Mr. Yowie Cat who knew that "Book 'em Dano" was said by Garrett to Dano, Hawaii 5-0, and BiBi gave HER verbal answers yesterday, except for who said "well, he would say that, wouldn't he?".

They met at The Stick & Bowl, a small Chinese, surprise surprise, restaurant in Kensington High Street which has been there forever, well, as long as BiBi and SHE can remember and they are like elephants those two with their memories of London.

Then they went, in the rain, up through Kensington Gardens to Kensington Palace to see new exhibitions... well, what a disappointment, building is beautiful, potential is / was enormous but lack of attention to detail through entire place is disgraceful.

BiBi wrote email last night to complain and SHE is sending HERS today. One of the main rooms is empty except for a strange cabinet, which has a miniature viewing, rather like a Kalidescope in it.. most odd. There are small displays of Blue and White porcelain, mostly Dutch, on ledges but with no detailed labels.. tragic, such a waste of great space.

This Palace comes under auspices of The Royal Palaces, all SHE says is "Thank Goodness, it is another team who are in charge of other 4 Royal Palaces: Hampton Court, Kew Palace, The Banqueting Room, which is all that remains of Whitehall Palace and last but certainly NOT least.. Tower of London.

Never mind.. WE won't dwell on their silliness but will swiftly move onto happier things like walking slowly through Whole Foods.. Oooh, I wish I could go there, as it sounds jurst up MY street.. three floors of delicious stuff.

SHE came home with small bottle of Blackcurrant Pulp in Vinegar.. WE will be able to make this as WE certainly have enough Blackberry bushes and will let Charles and Milli in on act as well, they have masses of soft fruit bushes.

They tasted Dried Black Fig from Calabria, must ask Caroline about this, she and Gustavo live in Calabria, region of southern Italy, BEST tomato sauce SHE makes is Calabrian, tomatoes, garlic, oil, salt, pepper and oregano, nothing else.

NO, adding onions would mean that it comes from another region.. read a real ITALIAN cookbook and get it right. Better still, go there and eat food made by people who know how it should be cooked..

Today for breakfast, I had soft boiled egg and a beakful of bread, SHE thinks I am sick when I don't gobble it down in vast quantities but no, I am quite happy, thank you.

After a sunny start it is now dismal, grey and wet.. ugh. SHE checked seedlings outside bathroom on window ledge, someone, WE rather think it might be small Mr. Snail, has nibbled leaves off a Bean plant.. hope he has no plans to go back.. as SHE sprinkled very fine salt on top of pots and YOU know what salt does to Mr. Snail..

Everyone else looks happy, good that they experiencing cold and wet weather, then they won't be shocked when SHE plants them into big beds at garden. More vegetable seeds are germinating in seed tray on top of radiator, WE eat well in our home.

WE also have delicious 'smelly' flowers, outside front door there is Apricot Rose jurst about to bloom, what an exquisite flower and growing through Fig in barrel at top of stairs, there is Scarlet Rose, cannot remember either of their names.

When Constance died, SHE bought lots of Rose bushes and planted them ALL in memory of HER mother. Several 'Gloire de Dijon' are growing along a fence, pretty Rose with beautiful foliage, she took time to put her toes down but is now established and growing happily.

SHE has 'Constance Spry' and others that SHE remembers names of are: 'Compassion, Jude The Obscure, Savoy Hotel, Margaret Merrill, Pristine', one of HER favourites and Royal William'.. too many to remember all of them.

And, yes of course, SHE has 'Peace', 'bred' in France, story of this Rose breeder is as dramatic as Rose is beautiful... so come along Springtime, WE like having big bowls of our own Roses at home and SHE lurves to give them away.. especially big bunches of 'Compassion', what a stunner she is, with her long stems and full-in-your-nose smell, the buds are Apricot-Pink, then she opens up into her full glory.. such a clever Rose.

WE are having a very quiet day at home, SHE had a 'disappointment' yesterday and had to telephone HER doctor, this means a trip to hospital, I do wish they would find out what is wrong.

BiBi dearest and SHE spoke of problem only yesterday.. today, after hearing what happened only half an hour after they parted in Kensington High Street, BiBi dearest was kind and sympathetic to HER on telephone, to have friend show affection and concern made HER wet eyed, more-so as SHE NEVER has it from HER own family?

NO, to be fair, HER cousin Bruce shows concern but from HER brother or HER two nieces, about whom I never write, do you wonder why Dear Reader? Nada, nichego, nichts, niente, nothing, rien, zilch..

Good thing friends..

GeeGee Parrot.
April 21st, 2012.

SOMEONE'S AWAKE..

Yes, Dear Reader..

One of YOU is very WIDE awake.. drum roll please.. a little louder and longer than usual!

For Rosamund, from Germany, has correctly identified "Evening All" as coming from Television Series .. 'Dixon of Dock Green'.. He was a Policeman.. like Steph. She being a Bobbie was the clue..

Well done Ros..

Now, what about the rest of YOU? Uh, or are YOU jurst going to leave it to Gurls to be bright and speedy-quick with fingers on the keypads? Shame upon YOU guys, time to get those grey cells a'working.

Come along now.. chop chop.

GeeGee parrot.
April 19th, 2012.

"EVENING ALL"

Good afternoon to YOU Dear Reader..

As SHE is posting on MY Blog in middle of day, YOU know it has to be raining in deepest Knightsbridge, too wet to work in garden, otherwise SHE would be there pestering those poor old worms!

However, SHE has done what humans need to do and is now snugly-bugly under quilt, with everything WE need to be comfy, good light, books, iPad, charger, telephone and cup of MY favourite tea.. Lapsang, such good taste.

Now, which of YOU are up for memory game? These phrases came from television programmes, real people, plays, books and films. WE want YOU to identify who said it, and / or where the saying came from.

"Book him Dano: Stupid Boy: Elementary my dear Watson: Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?: Annus horibilus: Time to go: My kingdom for a horse: Play it Sam: The British are coming: We rob banks: Well, nobody's perfect:

In mid 70's SHE would cook a main course and invite friends, they would come bringing starter, pudding, maybe a cheese, bottles of whatever. Everyone was very competitive, trying to find weirdest films or speeches to take quotes from.. No prizes, jurst a lot of fun!

Why have I thought of this today? Well, I told YOU that SHE and I are taking trip 'up north' to see Debi, she has a neighbour called Stephanie, Debi calls her Steph. Steph wears blue uniform.. YOU can't have forgotten already?

Yes, she is one of the girls in blue.. which means she is in The Police Force.. They used to be called Bobbies or Peelers, did YOU know that and that they were named after Sir Robert Peel who started London's Metropolitan Police Force in 1829.

Back to the Memory Game, this will probably only be guessed by Dear Readers in UK, but who used to say "Evening all"? WE have given YOU a huge clue..

Kettle's on.. time for fresh tea. Byebye.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 19th, 2012.

WHO WANTS A REDDY?

Dear Readers, please do not do that.. remember MY ears are very sensitive, jurst like Bat, I hear smallest noise.. but YOU lot live all over world, how come YOU all shout at same time?

Back to 'Who wants a Reddy'.. Heehee.. YOU do not get them for nothing. Oh no, three ways YOU could come to know answer to this question.

1. YOU could put brain into gear and work it out.

2. Answer will come to YOU in flash of brilliance.

3. YOU will guess answer.

Yes, for being of extraordinarily good humour this morning, I am giving YOU, Dear Reader, another chance to win rarest of things.. one of MY Tail Feathers.. aka a Reddy. But, I don't jurst give them away, oh INDEEDY no, YOU have to scratch head, do Fandango and come up with answer to question.. which is.. drum roll please.

How did I learn to speak Chicken and Duck?

You mean YOU did not know I was able to.. have YOU been asleep again? Really.. what is the point of ME beating Bird Brain to pulp if YOU are asleep, it really is TOO bad.. heehee.. come along now.. wake up!

All answers to be written in ENGLISH in Comments Box at end of this Post on MY Blog.

Moving swiftly along, too chilly to loiter... Listen up Dear Reader.. this is thrilling news.. HOT off stats list on MY Blog. WE have several NEW Dear Reader, TODAY on Stats are Lone Reader in Nederlands, Palestinian Territories, Sweden and Taiwan. Now YOU have to admit, the circulation of MY Blog is pretty amazing, is it not, considering it is written by African Grey Parrot and Human aka HER and all they want to do is make YOUR Facial muscles dance Fanfango and for YOU to have happy day..

How about that? Huh.. Are they really 'new' Readers or are they regular Readers out and about on jolly jaunt?

Whatever they are, it is splendid to see MY Blog winging way to new places. But before I leave subject of places.. WHAT happened to Dear Readers in Turkey? They disappeared several weeks ago, I wonder if Turkish Dear Readers were of different nationality and went back to where they came from?

And Russia, only ONE Dear Reader reading MY Blog in Russia today, MOST strange, Normally LOTS of Russians doing Fandango with Facial muscles, I hope MY Russian Readers .. oh, they may be busy, probably busy, work time in Russia.

First time WE have had any Readers from these new countries, WE welcome them and say WE hope they have splendidly strong tumtum muscles and lots of breath and their faces get used to doing Fandango Dance.. Read all MY Blog posts then YOU, NEW Dear Reader, will be up to speed on all these things and know Blog Lingo.. necessary as I am not YOUR usual Blog writer. In fact nothing usual about ME or HER.. SHE is most certainly unusual and so is our home.

Oh, no INDEEDY and other Dear Readers will tell YOU that MY aim is to make YOU have very sore tumtum muscles and be short of breath from laughing.. and enjoying self, please spread word of MY Blog, WE, yes it is WE, because although I am the Blogger, it has to be put onto the web by HER.. MY very special Human with whom I live, have to stick wing up and say I LURVE HER, We have been together nearly eight years. Happy years..

WE have NO ulterior motive for asking YOU to spread word of MY Blog, I am not trying to sell YOU dodgy items for tiny or vast sums of money, all I want is to make people happy..

AND.. let us say it loud and clear Dear Readers so that they can hear it in every country where NEW Dear Reader lives.. Fit and toned muscles keep everything up.. oh yes, indeedy they do.

So remember YOU lot, if YOU want to win a Reddy, YOU have to enter completion, got to be in it to win it.. so off YOU all go and scratch head and think of answer to question..

How did I learn how to speak Chicken and Duck.

"Have a nice day"..

GeeGee Parrot.
April 19th, 2012.

CRAB CLAWS, SKEWER & OLE BEAKY..

Dear Reader..

How I feel for those people who do not like food, oh, ears and feathers, apart from different tastes of SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS magnitude.. what fun they miss!

I told YOU yesterday that SHE came home with two Native Crabs in old Wicker. SHE cooked them before going to see film. So tonight they were ready to eat. SHE made delicious sauce of egg, oil, mustard, pepper, bit of rough salt, chilli flakes, chopped spring onion, into this SHE tipped panload of boiled baby potatoes. Heat from potatoes cooks sauce. I LURVE the way SHE cooks this dish.

And a salad of Raddiccichio, Chicory, Rocket and DandyLion leaves, mustardy vinaigrette.

Thick wooden board, metal steel for thumping claws, SHE uses skewer for getting at meat, I have own personal meat-picker-out-of-claw, aka Beak. WE were ready. SHE had roll of paper towel and wet cloth for Beak.. otherwise, SHE knows that I will jump on HER head and try to wipe Beak on HER hair.. and go straight into disgrace.. heehee, worth trying!

What fun WE had, eating Crab should always be done at home, no fancy manners, jurst lots to eat, proper lubbly-jubbly food, YOU pick and scratch, out it comes, inside big shell is brown and white meat..

Natives are so sweet, only Crab that beats Natives is Cornish Spider, now, that is perfection, those norty Spanish, they buy them in bulk.. very difficult to find Cornish Spiders, have to be at Billingsgate early, very early to find them.

But back to eating OUR supper tonight. Takes time to eat Crab properly, WE had lots of time and lots to eat. All YOU need with Crab are baby 'tatties' with bit of salad to clean palate.

SHE will be in market Saturday morning and will put nose in to say "Thank You" to Fishmonger, SHE thinks highly of him, even though SHE teases him about his bags of over priced Clams!

Friday SHE and BiBi dearest are off on jaunt, if weather looks fine, they are going to see the exhibition of Lely's paintings at Hampton Court Palace but weather forecast is grim and grizzly weather, so it will probably be trip to newly done Kensington Palace and lunch at Stick & Bowl in Kensington High Street.

Either way, it will be happy day, who cares if weather is grim if YOU have warm tummy full of Chinese yumyum and lovely things to look at. Not these two, that is for sure!

GeeGee Parrot.
April 18th, 2012.

CHILLI AND ROSEBUD..

Greetings Dear Reader.

April Showers.. I know WE haven't had them for past two years but here in south of England newspapers are squeaking and carrying on in ridiculous fashion.. as if end is nigh.. rubbish.. it should rain in April, otherwise, HOW are our fruit and vegetables supposed to grow?

SHE is potting up seedlings and putting them outside, poor things, they are in for shock after being in kitchen but it has to happen before SHE plants them at allotment.. it is called 'hardening off' and that is what it does, toughens plants up before they have their toes put into real world.

Talking about 'real world', SHE sometimes wonders where some people live! That person who SHE did favour for has STILL not said "thank you", SHE realised that they don't intend to. Let them work out what SHE has done.. being taken for granted is something SHE is mighty bored with.. HER friends do not treat HER like this.

SHE and I are going to Sheffield mid May to stay with Debi, this will be fun! WE will meet Stephanie, Debi's friend who wears blue uniform.. yes, policewoman! I shall have to practise best manners, NO Bad Bat Behaviour in Yorkshire, oh no. I think I shall do plenty of please, thank you and whistle a happy tune.. MURST not let Aunt Debi down.

I told YOU yesterday SHE went to market and brought yumyum home.. what I didn't tell YOU that WE have two Native Crabs in fridge.. this was because I did not want dreadful rush of HER friends coming down stairs before SHE went to cinema.. Yup, two Native Crabs.. yub-a-dub-a-doo, were cooked and are in bottom of fridge.

Oh, how I LURVE Crab, SHE will make egg sauce with spring onion, mustard and olive oil and together with bowl of baby potatoes, WE will have such SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS supper tonight.

And talking of scrummy supper, last night SHE had delicious Chinese food before film. Mister Chef was on his very BEST form, Singapore Noodles were absolute perfection, as was plate of mixed vegetables.. yes, yes, with plenty of HOT Chilli Oil and very large pot of tea.

Then off SHE 'waddled' to sit in comfy seat and watch 'Citizen Kane'..

Do YOU remember what / who 'Rosebud' was, Dear Reader?

GeeGee Parrot.
April 18th, 2012.

THE SATURDAY TELEGRAPH... Financial Pages.

Hello Dear Reader.. I trust all is well in your world? What a day, WE have had wild weather here today.. hail and rain storms, then brilliant sun but oh, very ChillyBilly... bbrrrr.

WE heard Debi-in-Sheffield has not received package that SHE sent Saturday 1st Class to arrive before 1pm yesterday.. huh, postman probably walking to Yorkshire.. what IS matter with Post these days? SHE is still waiting for letter sent from America on April 4th! It is now April 17th for goodness sake.. disgraceful..

What a busy day and 7pm is HER time to catch ole friend number 19 bus to eat Chinese yumyum and see 'Citizen Kane' with Orson Welles.. best deal in town.. comfy cinema seats.. £4.00!

Morning trip to market with ole Wicker Trolley means WE have delicious things in yumyum HQ. SHE came back and sorted desk drawers, was ruthless with papers, checked if important, mostly not, mostly out of date.. Mr. Shredder shredded. SHE swears papers rub together and have babies.. Norty papers.

Hanging above desk is picture, go to 1st Post of 2012 on MY Blog to read Cartoon and Mysterious Man in which I wrote there were 2 Cartoons, this Tale relates to laminated newspaper cutting tucked into picture frame.

Back in 1997 SHE had friend called Pilot, those of YOU, Dear Reader, who have read all of MY Blog will remember that he has featured in a couple of posts. On HER birthday, 7th July, Pilot and SHE dined in Greek restaurant run by old friend of HERS up on Moscow Road.

Whole evening exceedingly jolly, Pilot and SHE were leaving next day on looong trip, so before it got tooo late, he made signal at waiter and asked for bill so they could pay and leave..

NO bill came.. more signalling.. still no bill.. SHE smiled, turned to man who had jurst sat down besides HER on banquette and asked to see his menu. Then asked Pilot for his mobile.

Remember this was 1997, mobiles were not small like now but Pilot had latest, all singing, all dancing Nokia...

Pilot gave HER Nokia, SHE flipped it open, quickly typed something on keypad, pressed series of numbers.. restaurant telephone rang, then noise changed.. to another signal.. SHE pressed button.. shut Nokia, gave it back to Pilot..

The man sitting beside HER got 'it' immediately and started to laugh and said to HER.. "I draw a Cartoon in the City pages of The Daily Telegraph, may I have your permission to draw this?". SHE laughed and said "of course you may".. Pilot, nice man, but a bit slow sometimes, asked what was going on, Cartoonist said "I think you will find your bill coming any minute.. your friend just faxed restaurant".

And sure enough, standing behind the bar, laughing with tears streaming down his face, was HER old friend Georgiou reading HER fax.

HER Cartoon appeared in The Saturday Telegraph, Financial Section. July 19th, 1997.

Pilot sent it to HER, dedicated with 'For being the original from which Cartoons are drawn'.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 17th, 2012.

Wash and Go or Salon Blowdry?

Hello Dear Reader.

ChillyBilly... From being an 'ok day' weather wise, the sky has darkened and it is raining.

So I am exceeding glad that I have two layers of feathers, top layer which YOU see and MY 'secret' layer underneath.. all white and soft as thistle down. YOU see these two layers trap air between them which mean that I am always snugly-buggly warm. However, they take looonng time to dry.

YOU all know MY daft habit of jumping into water bowl when blood is up and wind under tail and after such a splendid game of Bad Bat Behaviour this morning in yumyum HQ, I was thinking of jumping in, but SHE thought whilst waiting for Tom to call, SHE would give ME bath.... gulp!

Kitchen sink cleaned and sterilised.. warm water run and before I had sense to fly out of kitchen, SHE picked ME up and plopped ME into water! Well.. at least no one was here to see BIG fuss that I began to make.. until I realised.. hang on.. wait a minute.. this is rather nice, water warm, spray spraying over Beak and head.. directed over wings, under tail.. I LIKE this.. all very pleasant.

Then lifted out and given very gentle rub-dub-dub with fluffy towel. Now, usually when I climb out of water bowl I have wet legs and chest and I do admit to feeling clammy and dismal but Ho Ho Ho.. what is this, where are WE going?

Oh, Heavens-to-Betsy, bathroom, HAIRDRYER.. ooooh, MY favourite thing!

Makes delicious warm air flow through feathers, soon I am ravishing, even though I say it MYSELF! Feathers dry, Beak as black as Raven's wing, Tail as red as HER best lipstick!

No Salon or Spa could make ME look more chic.. for Yumyum HQ is fine 'Salon' and SHE does a 'mean' Feather Blowdry.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 16th, 2012.

ps... Email from Moley to say that all is well in Pine Bluff, Arkansas... good news this.

WICKED WINDS OF THE WEST...

Hello and good day to YOU all.

SHE and I are very busy...

I am keeping HER entertained by practising Bad Bat Behaviour, this is great game which involves ME hanging upside down off MY triangular perch in yumyum HQ, aka kitchen, trying to contact with any part of HER... heehee... I MURST say that SHE is almost as good at game as I am, SHE scored several points off ME today, note to self, must try harder.

SHE is starting off seeds at home, soaked to quicken up process, WE have trays of pots with strange leaves a'growing, they will turn into bean plants, WE eat lots of different varieties of beans, each year SHE lets some dry on the frame and uses them for next season.

Also growing are Cardoons... Oooh, how I LURVE them! BIG treat is a stem to nibble on, truly SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS. I also like Lovage, SHE is generous and kind with what SHE feeds me, I doubt very much if many Parrots snack on Cardoons and Lovage.

The mood in our home is mixed today, on one hand SHE is very happy.. SHE spoke with
Debi-in-Sheffield and Debi sounded.. oh, so much happier! Norty pain gone away, she slept well and is planning to bathe, then go out and about on her new mobility scooter.

Everyone takes good health for granted.. one does not think of the act of getting in and out of bath, not until your spine goes 'mental' as Debi calls it and you can't lift your legs up over bath, let alone sit down or get up without assistance.

It is a day with all sorts of different types of weather.. cloud, sun, calm, wind.

On other hand SHE is very sad.. BAD news from America... of deadly Tornadoes.

YOU must have head in sand or be fast asleep if you haven't heard or seen what happened there yesterday. Those poor people, homes destroyed, lives lost. SHE emailed Moley yesterday, she lives in Arkansas, to ask her if she was ok, she replied that she has a so-called 'safe room' in the centre of her house, it has water, torches, fully charged cellphone, battery powered radio, some food and no exterior walls or windows so she would be safe from flying glass. SHE emailed Suzan this morning wanting to hear that she is ok.

We have them in England also but not to same degree as America.

SHE had one at garden in 2005. It was windy day so SHE left me at home and went off wearing weatherproof clothing. HER plots back onto an enormous acreage of open land, SHE was 'chewing the fat' with Irish Jo, when he said in horror "look" and coming straight towards them was twisting tornado, they hit ground, rolled under fat hedge and held on to posts.

The noise was horrendous, tornado hit back extension of Little Shed, twisted walls and wrenched entire roof off, this flew with wind and crashed less than a metre from where they were lying under hedge.

The power of these monstrous devils is awesome beyond belief, they hold no respect for brick, steel, they lift a truck up as if it were a Dinky toy. SHE is a gardener and knows about 'weather', truly these freaks of rain and wind are scary beyond belief.

HER heart is sad for all those families and SHE prays for safety of beloved friends.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 16th, 2012

PRETTY LADIES ALL IN BLUE..

Off with their heads! Sack the whole department...

Dear Reader.. The online weather report AND the newspaper both forecasted bbbrrrrr, cold weather with rain.. and WHAT have WE got outside OUR front door? A bright and sunny day. Huh, how much do WE pay these people and which dodgy place did they go to learn how to read the weather satellite maps?

Never mind, moving swiftly along, at least WE have immaculately tidy home and SHE has scrub-a-dub-dubbed the outside steps and courtyard with soda, all the algae has gone off steps, they are now clean and free from dirt. SHE swept up leaves, tied climbing Apricot coloured Rose to wall with Raffia and pruned off dead twigs from Fig.. happy Fig who is wide awake with a huge amount of baby Figlets and lots and lots of very small bright green leaves.. not like all those very norty Figs at garden who are all still faassst asleep.

Fig, at home, lives in old wooden barrel, Fig has a deliciously pretty Rose for company but she grows in her own pot, SHE had Climbing Geraniums growing in Fig barrel but they died.. sad .. about two years ago and SHE did not replace them.

But somebody must have thought that Fig was lonely... and secretly dropped into earth some seeds... for guess who is living with Fig in barrel?

First of all, SHE noticed long, skinny green leaves, then tall spike appeared with buds.. "gggrrrr", SHE said to herself "norty women, I will dig them up when they have finished flowering", YOU see SHE thought that they were Spanish Bluebells who stand tall but do not have any scent.

But today, when SHE was pruning twigs off Fig, SHE saw to HER joy... No, not foreign ladies but English Bluebells, yes, Dear Reader, they have bowed their pretty heads and smell divine!

SHE says "Thank you very much" to kind bird who thought Fig was lonely.

This brings ME back to people who do not say those elusive words.. SHE and BiBi dearest spoke this morning, SHE told BIBi dearest whole Tale of person who wanted HER to do something for them and SHE wrote back telling them that WE had already done this on MY Blog and SHE posted the link.

I mean, Dear Reader, YOU live all over the world, I have Dear Reader in America, Australia & Austria, Bosnia & Brazil, Canada & China, Denmark, Estonia, France, Germany, Greece & Guernsey, Hungary, India & Italy, Japan, Lima, Isle of Man & Mexico, Norway, Oman, Russia, lots of YOU in Russia, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Spain & Sudan, Turkey, Ukraine & United Arab Emirates, Wales.. and all the other countries where YOU are.. WHAT, I ask of YOU could or would get better exposure than YOU lot who read MY Blog most days?

BiBi dearest's reply was "that familiarity breeds contempt".. and YOU know what, she is right, clever BiBi dearest, for that is exactly what it is. Interesting how people show their true agenda without realising it.

SHE spoke to Debi-in-Sheffield briefly this morning, but Debi not having a great day.. chilly in Sheffield and so she was going to have a quiet day and 'go easy'.. sigh. Bad pain, WE think it should pack bag and leave Debi's house immediately, if not sooner.

I know what WE are having for supper... yub-a-dub-dub.. Spanish Tortilla.. OLE! Has to be, SHE has big pan on stove full with onions, garlic and potatoes cooking and bowl of lubbly-jubbly eggs is on the counter..

What do YOU do Dear Reader if someone gives you a 'Lemon'.... Well, YOU make Lemonade!

For instead of moping and saying "I could have gone to garden", SHE cleaned home inside and out, found pretty, obviously very shy English Ladies, for why else do they bow their heads, typed MY Blog and WE have Tortilla for supper... hop-diggetty-dog!

GeeGee Parrot.
April 15th, 2012.

FOODLE THE DOODLE...

HUH...

Well, Dear Reader, those poor old Brass Monkeys... WE are sad to report ole Jack Frost is back, the bad lad is scattering his icy ice and frosty stuff about. HER Orange trees don't like it a bit, that is for sure! Since SHE moved them back into courtyard after spending their cosy winter inside, they have become used to light and a bit of warmth on their leaves and blossoms are starting to show. Have YOU ever smelt Orange blossom? It is one of the 'fairest' scents of all.

But SHE has clever trick up sleeve. To stop ole Jack spitting his icy ice on HER beloved trees, SHE is going to make drawstrings bags out of nylon mesh, then trees will be safe outside on window ledge.

SHE is vastly amused... poor thing, between YOU, ME and front door, SHE does have a weird sense of humour! SHE received a request last week to do something... with no question of how SHE found it to be or anything like that, SHE responded by saying "WE had already done what you wanted a long time ago by writing about it on GeeGee's Blog" and jurst incase the person was not clever enough to find MY Blog, SHE attached the link.

Since then... zilch, nothing, nada, nienti, rien... and certainly 'nothing' like "thank you" and every day that goes by without these elusive two words being said, the funnier SHE thinks it is, there really is NO accounting for HER taste in humour, in the southern states of America they would say "Bless HER heart"..

And, SHE received a message late last Tuesday night from someone who was known as 'Lovely Assistant' from Studio days, he wrote of being hectic and how was I? Yawn, SHE has never been one to be interested in knowing about chaos and confusion. WE have other things on mind now.

And indeed WE do...

For SHE Is truly Hugo's daughter and has nose into books, big fat research books, HER 'evil eye look' is cast upon ME if I even venture to cast a look at these hard backed books lying 'unprotected' as it were on bed.. oh, BIG smack on beak would happen if I was stupid enough to beak, nibble or munch one of these books.

SHE reads in bed, really best place, it has clever light which swivels out from wall, fat pillows and bed-head, table, flask and ME sitting on HER head to keep it warm.. for surely temperature has dropped considerably.. three weeks ago, SHE was gardening in shorts and a sleeveless t.shirt.

But tonight all is cosy and peaceful, WE had truly SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS supper of pasta and chicken soup, with some sweet corn and carrots, hot and tasty it was as SHE added chilli flakes and ginger oil. Oh, I LURVE chicken and pasta. WE are jurst like Jack Sprat and his wife in this house, SHE drinks the soup and I scoff the bits! Such a treat on a cold, damp April evening.

Now SHE has had nose in book and ME dozing on HER head, SHE has typed MY Blog, it is past midnight.. any minute now SHE will raise a hand and I will have to jet propel myself onto top of cupboard.. for it is the dreaded hour.. aka 'bedtime'... I know, I know YOU know, I stick wing up, I am nearly eight years old, almost a grown up but I still don't like going to bed.. sigh.

But B-E-D time it is.. sleep well everyone, except for Rosamund who is probably preparing to have Sunday lunch with her grandchildren down under in Australia, "gudday" Ros.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 15th, 2012.

PRINCE DIMITRI TCHKOTOUA et LES GABONS GRIS..

Hello Dear Reader.

I know.. YOU all think I am an idle African Grey Parrot and I am going to surprise YOU all by sticking MY wing up and admitting to being guilty as charged. For SHE has been busy with whatever it is that humans get busy with and I have jurst been lolling about, but give ME a break, it was Easter, after all!

OH.. remember those Easter Eggs SHE lost? Well, SHE found them, they were in bag hanging on back of kitchen door under some dry cleaning... heheheeee... How daft can SHE be.

SHE went to Balham today to get beloved Goaty milk from Debbie, aka Ellie of Ellie's Dairy, this time SHE went by a different route, SHE hopped onto an overland train at Clapham Junction and two stops later.. there was Balham! Much quicker than disappearing down a hole in ground that they call Underground, this way took five minutes!

Then SHE jumped, well, not jumped but SHE got back on train, off at Clapham Junction and bought MY bread, then home on bus.. with 8 pints of white stuff.. SHE told Debbie that SHE thinks there are holes in the bottles, how else does it disappear so quickly? Myself, well, I think reason is those BIG mugs of hot, yummy chocolate and coffee!

Anyway, with what was already in freezer, there are now eleven pints which should see us through the next two weeks and keep awful Mister. Woe out of our kitchen.

Recently a couple of people have asked HER how SHE chose MY name. The name came to HER in 1998. I know, years before I was born, here is Tale of how MY name came to be.

Those of YOU, Dear Reader, who have read all of the previous posts on MY Blog will recall Tale of an English Duke and a Georgian Prince.

Prince Charles, the Georgian Prince and Helena, his wife, left London and went to live in Spain, their daughter Cristina became engaged and wedding was to be in September of 1998 in the old church in Marbella.

From all over the world there gathered a huge group of family and friends to celebrate the wedding of the charming young couple. SHE, Sandy (bridegroom), Cristina's brother Chalva and Shannon, his fiancé stayed in a little house close-by to Cristina's parents. And staying in Marbella were the bride's favourite Uncle and his wife, Prince Dimitri and Princess Marie-Laure.

One day, before the wedding, the family and friends were at a big barbecue and Shannon asked HER "where does Dagga stay when you go away", SHE explained that there was an aviary in Kensington who took in birds as 'boarders' and Dimitri asked HER "What type of bird do you have?", SHE reached into HER bag and passed him a photo of Dagga-the-Parrot, well, I am sure YOU have a photo of YOUR children in your wallet, and he said "mon dieu, un Gabon Gris", and SHE said "GeeGee would be a such a lovely name for a female African Grey Parrot if I ever got one" and thought no more about it.

No, Tale of Dagga-the-Parrot' death too sad to tell today, suffice to say HE died in 2004, on the third anniversary of 9/11, and in October of that year SHE came to Shropshire to where I was living with MY breeder and I chose HER to be MY Human.

Rebecca and SHE came to the viewing aviary where I was with two other baby African Grey Parrots, SHE put HER hand out, boy Parrot didn't even bother to stop scratching his nape, my friend, other girl sniffed HER out stretched hand but turned away, ME, I looked at HER face and threw MYSELF on HER shoulder, Rebecca roared with laughter and said "there is no doubt that YOU are the person whom this baby wants and I am not sure but I think that it is a female".

And suddenly SHE was back in Spain hearing Prince Dimitri's voice saying "mon Dieu, un Gabon Gris". SHE smiled at Rebecca and said "And HER name is GeeGee".

GeeGee Parrot.
April 14th, 2012.

Rainy days and the Green Stuff is a'growing!

Woooh... Hello Dear Reader.

WELL, here in deepest Knightsbridge, WE are snug as bugs in rugs, now this is a very good place to be as outside has been very wet, wild and windy, there has been no gardening for HER this Easter Holiday. I hope YOU didn't have plans to do gardening if YOU live in the UK, as I gather it was more of the same everywhere.

Despite rainy weather, it has been a pleasant few days, SHE had an early supper with BiBi dearest on Friday, went through the market on Saturday, tried to barter with HER Fishmonger but he wasn't in the mood, SHE only took a kilo of Mussels and told him that he would still have his over priced Clams on Tuesday but that they would be dead, he then looked very concerned, SHE left laughing and went next door into HER lubbly jubbly Butcher where SHE bought a boned and rolled shoulder of Pork.. delicious it was too! Yes Joanna, cooked with plenty of Sage!

Vegetables from Carol and some fruit from Geoff's Sally. Back home to empty ole Wicker Trolley and off to Library to borrow books.

Back home to tea.. yumYUM.. Lapsang with a slice of Rye and Sunflower, oooooh, SHE surely knows the way straight to MY heart.. through MY tummy! Lots of Goaty Milk in freezer as Debbie, purveyor of Ellie's Goat Milk, is at Wye Farmer's Market this weekend, so there is NO chance of Mister Woe tumbling down OUR steps.

SHE is looking at this dismal weather and has a big happy smile, rain is a'raining, this is exceedingly good news for everything growing at the garden, especially Asparagus! During the sunny spell WE had in March, SHE hand weeded big Asparagus bed on hands and knees, a very boring and time consuming job as it has to be done by fingers only as YOU don't want to damage the baby spears. WE need a lot of rain to get down to all those poor dry roots.

When SHE does the first big pick of this delicious green spikey stuff, SHE and I have a date to go to supper with Leigh and Ossie, the threat is that the menu will be Stuffed Parrot and Roast Cat, they have two. Leigh is as passionate about Feline people as SHE is about Avian folk. So 'menu' is a joke, well, I hope it is a joke?

SHE has lots and lots of work at garden, one plot was fallow last year, this has to be dug and planted up, SHE has to mulch fruit, rose trees and the vines but the next ten days it looks as if it will be wet.. goody, this means I won't be 'Home Alone', well, not every day.

SHE is in 'culture-vulture' mood and after half term, when the children have gone back to school, SHE wants to see the new exhibition of, mostly, Peter Lely's portraits, they are on view at Hampton Court Palace, SHE has a clever pass for a year that allows HER to go and take a friend to visit several of the Royal Palaces. BiBi dearest is going with HER to look at the Lely's. They are of the Ladies of King Charles 2nd Court, mostly women he had babies with!! He was a very norty man... he had lots and lots of babies!

And Kensington Palace has had a make over, it has new exhibitions, good stuff to look at on rainy days! And there is always something wonderful to see at Kew, in fact, SHE thinks London is a marvellous city if YOU want to look and learn about all sorts of marvellous things.

The other place SHE wants to revisit is Greenwich, especially SHE wants to see the house that was started by Anne of Denmark, the mother of Charles 1st, this beautiful house was the first classical house to be built in England, designed by Inigo Ones, it is white and was nicknamed The White House. It was then used by both Queen Henrietta-Maria and Queen Catherine of Braganza.

So life is pleasant, SHE called and friends HER called over the weekend to exchange "Happy Easter" greetings. And SHE had the very best surprise call from a friend called Susan, who has been away for many months in Denmark looking after her brother, they made a date to have supper and do a BIG catch up on April 24th, Susan makes BISCUITS.. the most SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS biscuits, oh my ears and feathers, topped in chopped nuts!

I can't eat chocolate as it is not good for Parrots but I could have made a lovely mess with all those little bits of shiny paper!! The only trouble is.. SHE hid the bag of eggs and has not found them! Heheheeee, fancy hiding a bag of Easter Eggs from yourself!

Supper is calling.. cold roast meat, steamed carrots, salad of Radicchicio. Did YOU know that as YOU get older YOU should eat things that increase the production of bile, this helps break down YOUR food, as humans get older, the weakening of bile causes digestive problems, that is why, in this house, WE eat Dandylion, Sorrel, Endive and Radicchicio leaves.

Off WE go Dear Reader, WE hope that YOU have had a pleasant time like US and have spent time doing things that YOU wanted to do, rather than what YOU felt YOU should be doing?

GeeGee Parrot.
April 9th, 2012.

PETER PIGEON & HIS BEAUTIFUL MALAY FRIEND.

Good afternoon Dear Reader.

Oh dear.. What a very sad and sombre week it has been.

Last Sunday SHE went to collect Goaty milk from Debbie, aka Ellie of Ellie's Dairy, at Parson's Green Farmer's Market. They both got very 'wet-eyed' at the thought of little Hugo who had died very early that morning, then Debbie had more sad news, David had rung her to say that Hugo's brother had died whilst she was driving to the market. This meant that out of the three kids only their little sister was still alive.. oh dear.

Hugo was exactly four weeks old when he died, it IS strange how some animals and people slowly wiggle their way into your heart, but NOT Hugo, with his short little legs, he jumped straight into Debbie's and HER hearts, as if he knew he was only going to be 'here' for a very sort time and he wasn't going to waste a minute!

Another 'person' who jumped straight into HER heart was Peter Pigeon.

If YOU have read all MY previous posts, Then YOU will know how SHE found him and the fact he never flew, this Tale happened in 1995 when Peter Pigeon was five years old.

SHE, as you know, was born in Malaya (as it was then called) and Jean, HER God Mother, gave HER a doll when SHE was three years old, doll was called Janni. Now Janni was a very unusual doll in the fact that she had dark skin and real black hair.

Fast forward to 1995 and SHE had read somewhere about old dolls being very valuable, especially if they were unusual. So SHE took Janni out of the cupboard and placed her on the floor in the hallway with the idea of taking Janni to be valued at a near-by Auction House.

SHE was busy in the kitchen when SHE heard an extraordinary amount of noise coming from the hallway and looking out of the door, SHE saw the enchanting sight of Peter Pigeon with both wings spread low and very wide, doing a courtship dance in front of HER doll! He was cooing and snorting and doing all the correct movements that grown-up male Pigeons do to attract their mates.

SHE came out of the kitchen and bending down SHE picked Janni up and walked into the sitting room and sat on the sofa. Peter Pigeon followed at high speed and jumped up beside HER. He put his little head on one side and spoke in a low rumbling coo, then lay down and put his head on Janni's lap, his bright shiny boot button eyes were fixed onto her face and he continued to speak, the coo was very low and came from deeeep inside his little body, it rumbled and tumbled out of HER little fat grey London Pigeon. Peter Pigeon had fallen in LURVE.

For the next two years, if SHE wanted Peter to stay somewhere, all SHE had to do was put Janni on her bed on a towel, up would come Peter, he would lie beside her with his little head on her leg, fix her with his beady eyes and start his talk of lurve.. they were inseparable, if Janni was somewhere, that was where Peter Pigeon was.

And not once did Peter Pigeon comment that Janni was missing half her eyelashes or that she always wore the same skirt and had only one shoe, he LURVED her and that was quite enough for this little fat grey London Pigeon.

Janni never did go to the Auction House. Happy Easter to YOU all.

GeeGee Parrot.
April 8th, 2012.