Wednesday 23th November (All Quiet until the Last Hour)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a greyish sky. The trees had few leaves and winter was in sight with a slight air frost.

Today Mr. Kite had a few chores and The Beast to mend. So the day was quiet until just before dusk M.r Kite sat in the garden listening to three robins marking their territory. In the still autumn air there was the "tic, tic, tic". Then there was the sharp "tseeeh". To change the song the robins sang fluty whistles and rippling notes.

The robins sang as mr. Kite enjoyed a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.