For as long as I can remember the parrot has been hanging in the doorway between the kitchen and the salon in John and Sue's French home. Hanging in the other side of the doorway (which is about 5 feet wide) is a (very successful) flypaper. In between the two is a gap of about 4 feet: a perfectly respectable gap through which to manoeuvre my relatively thin body. On the whole I've managed to avoid the parrot over the years and I've never touched a flypaper. I arrived this time and managed to walk with my bare arm straight into the flypaper. That is not a thing to be recommended. Since then I assume in my enthusiasm for avoiding a second confrontation with the flypaper I've managed to bang into the parrot several times. Anyway all that rambling was just so that I could show you a dead parrot picture:
Monty Python with a twist.....they never thought of flypaper.
ReplyDeleteGood job really Adrian. An armfull of sticky dead flies is definitely not to be recommended.
ReplyDeleteAvoid dead parrots, fly paper and skunks. ;^)
ReplyDeleteWith or without pictures, you're quite a story-teller ;) On the whole, I think I prefer wooden parrots to live ones, at least if I have to bump into them...
ReplyDeleteLook, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
ReplyDeleteNo no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'!
He's pinin' for the Fiords!
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