Friday 10th February (Another Sad Day)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey cloudy sky. Today Mr. Kite's thoughts are about a wonderful morning twenty-seven years ago when 'a star was born'. Sadly today Mr. Kite and His Lady will place some flowers on his grave and remember that witty young man whose writing still bring laughter to the reader.

So on a foggy cold damp morning Mr. Kite and His Lady travelled to Morville with yellow and pink flowers. Two mistle thrush's watched in silence as the flowers were laid and a candle lit. On this day that should have been a celebration Mr. Kite had a tipple of Hobgoblin. Cheers.