Thursday 29th December (Home)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky. The bare branches on the tree moved in the strong breeze. The year had turned and the trees were bare but set to grow in the months ahead. On this dark December morning the birds were resting somewhere huddled up to keep warm. Mr. Kite was by a warm fire drinking coffee.

Later Mr. Kite went for a walk to the recycling. On the way wood pigeons, carrion crows and black-headed gulls flew over and a robin song loudly. Once again mr. Kite was impressed by an early flowering cherry tree that stood in a garden with small pink fruit dangling from it.

In the afternoon Mr. Kite and His Lady went visiting, eating, drinking, playing cards and putting on weight. Mr. Kite enjoyed many tipples of cider. Cheers.