Peter & Paul's plan comes together...........

Finally the Greek wind God's have decided to move slightly west of our area and as the Maple branches settle into a gentle sway, I am able to see the results of P & P's ongoing efforts, against the elements, to create a home ! Slightly more colourful than the other nests, and just a tad away from the rest of the nesting colony, and nestled right up against the wall of my balcony, these two have created a home, boasting privacy, a sunken conversation pit, with a brooding ledge all the other Finches must be jealous of. Their puffed out feather chests indicative of pure persistence and determination to beat the weather Gods. It occurs to me that Peter is missing for the whole of Wednesday, and on his return late in the evening, AND, if I am understanding Finch language, he has spent the day transgressing the city picking up creative interior tips from the Fulham road and Shorditch area. Both of which are home to interior design shops nestled amoungst boutique clothing stores and antique dealers ! It now becomes apparent that Peter studied at the " The Finches School For Interior Design ", a rather posh ornathelogical school situated in the Hampstead Park area where all classes take place in the Birch section of the park overseen by a rather flamboyant Male Finch named Fredrico ! Of Spanish decent, slight gum disease and resides in a Conifer in Joanna Lumleys garden. He battles the turbulence on a daily basis from Stockwell to Hampstead to lecture on the relevance of nesting protocol and raising chicks in an " out of the ordinary nest " P & P spend the rest of the evening debating colour swatches, laying procedures, music for new hatches, dietary needs, health and safety procedures and decide on duck egg blue walls with yellow dado rails to confuse the hatchlings about their size, power and ability to sustain a lifestyle of survival amoungst the fittest in the Finch world of London. Totally intrigued with where the off-spring are going to materialise from, I wheel myself around the corner to the arches, only to find the Finches Sperm Donating Clinic. There......... Set high up in the arch is a small landing perch, with a sign above called " Squirt & Hatch " A rather stern looking female finch handing out bird porn, controls the landing and leaving process ! Quite simple in human terms !, Paul lands, grabs his " Finch Playboy " mag and bottle, assigned to a cubical, seconds later he reappears, hands the bottle to " Sister Stern " who promptly flutters over to the twenty odd female Finches all nesting on make shift nests , pumping out eggs for the Finch community in Southwark who are battling to have " kids ". An amazing sight, these surrogate mothers busying themselves with knitting, painting their nails, reading Vanity Fair, chatting to one another and arguing amoungst themselves about the number of eggs they had produced etc etc etc - poor girls were the ones that were left on the shelf of Finch world !! I await the arrival of the Finch Stalk with eggs to be hatched ! - will keep you posted ! Where did all of that come from????? I, myself am coming along just fine ! Still under the watchful eye of Eugene at the helm, and have recently been told by the care company he will be staying another week as Jeeves 2 cannot make next week. I am elated, but fully understand that it would have been a full month that he has been on duty ! Great for me, but he does need a break !!! Tomorrow sees us making a prawn, muscle and chichen green Thai curry in antissipation of P & D visit on Monday . Neither of which, either of us have done before ! All Eugenes seems to be saying is that the coconut milk will blend all the tastes together - I hope so !! Late afternoon tomorrow, am re-visiting the Soho stomping ground to watch the infamous Molly Mogs show ! Fun, laughter and undeniably opening myself to a barrage of ridicule, as before ! But it is so important to laughter at yourself as long as you are laughing WITH yourself !! The show is completely unrehearsed, and the performer relys solely on the audience to prop the show. The main singer, an ageing character that simply will not allow age and vocals to get the better of him/her !! Will give you the rundown of abuse expected in my next blog. Have to tell you that the fog horn ordered on line last week has arrived. Rameez forgot to research the whole thing properly, and we need a 12 volt battery to charge the whole thing up. Needless today, time was spent on Amazon finding the correct power supply. Reading the gumff of it, apparently the output is sufficient for a motor cyclist to hear the device whilst travelling at 80 MPH !! Those poor pedestrians in my way !!! Will definitely do a You Tube video of moving people out of my May on pavements etc. AND, it comes with pre-recorded versions of animal sounds, various siren alerts, gun shot imitations and nerve shocking alerts ! It is going to be fun, fun, fun........ Ending off again seems so premature, coz as I publisH, there are other things that then come to mind that I wish I had shared. But, suffice to say, keep moving forward, be thankful for what you have, look after your health and inner core !, and mend all broken bridges whilst you can - life is fragile and unpredictable. Posted with love and ongoing good health wishes !!! G.