Sad to glad

A fox took a chicken last night. It’s so sad. The person who shut them up last night didn’t notice that one was still out, out of the hen house but still in the coop. The coop is like Fort Knox but foxes aren’t called cunning for nothing.

I had to clear her up. It was horrid. The fox ate half of her. :-(

The glad bit was meeting up with my Pigeon Squad (Mums from DougsJB’s primary school class). We had a lovely curry, got chucked out of the restaurant at 10pm and stood talking in the street until much later.

It was a lovely evening but I’m still sad about the chicken.

English Literature, Drama & Poetry ‘A’ level today.