monday

we had a trip to the docs with the Kindly Mister.
he's ok.

Radish and i spent an hour or so in the car park.
fortunately i'd brung my book.
but the person waiting for his person was talking very loudly on his phone
about the pigeons he'd been racing over the weekend.
i rather wish i'd not had my book to hand, as i suspect i missed out on both.

apparently too many pigeons get ripped apart these days.
they'd been over the channel and come back in a right state.
i think the bloke who won was in Cornwall...but i was also in Sudan in the 1880's so who knows what was going on.

it was a surreal hour.