Saturday 5th November (Remember, Remember the Fifth of November)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a white sky. The few remaining leaves on the lime tree fluttered gently in the wind. Now Mr. Kite being a bird-watcher looked out for birds to identify and watch their behaviour. To cut a long story short he did not see any birds and therefore has nothing ornithological to write about.

However Mr. Kite  is yet to decide whether he is 'bird-brained'; that is having a small brain and being silly. Now yesterday Mr. Kite drank an enormous amount of London Pride, Abbot Ale and Becks; now that is silly because he ended the day in a fuzzy daze. But he did learn one term and that is 'library cormorant'; a few words used to describe Samuel Taylor Coleridge who wrote The Ancient Mariner; a poem with an albatross.

So the birds are not out there in the trees but in here; in Mr. Kite's brain. Today Mr. Kite and His Lady walked about one hundred meters to the nearby pub. Inside they sat down and talked to family, ate pasta and chips. Now Mr. Kite drank beer from Cornwall and plenty of Marstons English Pale Ale. Cheers.