I am back in the mood again.
No llamas right now, no life-long friends and her twenty-something sons.
The cancelling continues. No fireworks for me this year.
And in front of my cellar window - I know it is not cellar door -
young birds who can barely fly are beeping for their parents and food.
Blackbirds and redstarts. Sounds like a cliché.
And Amy, the neigbour's cat.
And the fortune cookie says,
Today is a good day to have a good day.
Today is Saturday, the 31st of July 2021.
🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨
Bromford's cellar door and window, the protagonist asks himself - or herself?
Sounds like Bromford's penthouse and glass door to the roof terrace. This bird has flown.
Cuckoo, the antagonist adds.
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