So there I was this morning, having picked up my coffee and meandering off to work.
When I took a double take.
'Is that a stuffed pigeon in the window of that restaurant? What would possess anyone to put a stuffed pigeon in the window of their restaurant?'
I look again and then watched as the stuffed pigeon walked from the table to the back of the chair.
And then pose as I took its photo.
Don't ya just hate it when you get so drunk you fall asleep in the restaurant dunnies?
4 comments:
I nearly was that pidgeon, once.
I'm really pleased you put, 'nearly' in that sentence, Jo.
Would have been a hell of a good story to tell the kids, though.
Hmm. When stories include passing out in club toilets, chances are they're best kept to oneself :)
Hearing you!
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