Song for my mother...

... but she's not bloomin' well listening.

There are two of them sitting on the front doorstep and they've been at it all afternoon. Their short, piercing, staccato pulse has driven into every corner of my head and embedded itself there.

The cats want to know what's going on. The dog's have got their legs crossed. (I don't want to let them out in case they do what all dogs do from time to time and go investigate. I don't think they'd pay any attention to the babies. They are good that way, but you never know).

Have they been abandoned? Where is mum?

Maybe she's on another romantic liason, maybe she's just taking time to spa... but OMG they are LOUD! Please come back soon!

PS apologies for withdrawing the last entry... problem with posting early is that sometimes, not often but sometimes, a more interesting blip appears from nowhere. I think these two qualify. I just hope it's going to be a story with a happy ending.