Meet Pete

Meet Pete.

Pete can be found most mornings strutting his stuff up and down my bedroom windowsill like an avian version of Mick Jagger. Pete and I have a love/hate relationship. I hate him because his incessant cooing wakes me up. I've tried everything to dissuade him ranging from leaping out of bed, throwing open the curtains and waving my arms at him to launching a paperback book at the window. None of this has worked and still he persists with his morning serenade. I've made the assumption that Pete loves me because I've taken his cooing as wooing but I could be wrong about this. I've been wrong before when it comes to love and the art of wooing and Pete could simply just be belting out a rousing rendition of Brown Sugar.

Anyway, he's irritating and I'm considering buying a cat...................

Today's tune was a given really.