Killground

One of the resort cats that my girls have befriended (and christened Riza) had decided to make our patio the place where she brought back the pigeons (plural) that she'd killed. So, I spent a part of the morning on my hands and knees clearing up all the debris and feathers and scrubbing the blood from the tiles with a complimentary toothbrush so that we could relax and sunbathe in something approaching a civilised state.

Hardly moved all day until it was to time to hit the town on a Saturday night - The Hacienda* no less!

FAC 51


*Tex-Mex bar and grill