Monday 19th December (Wettish and Wintryish)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky. A slight drizzle hung in the still air. The trees were bare but little bulbous shapes were now on the end of the twigs waiting for the warmth and sunlight so they could grow. Birds were scarce.

On this cold bleak winters day Mr. Kite watched wood pigeons, great tits and carrion crows from the comfort of his warm house. To end a quiet day Mr. Kite had a tipple of Tetley tea. Cheers.