Just a short piece this time fellow readers and strangely no angry stuff for a change …

I’ve been very busy the past week building an up market bird table with all the trimmings (since building it I’ve acquired another one as a gift along with an ornamental bird bath) I was dismayed when no birds came after regularly turning up and feeding from the ground before I had the tables. Several days passed then they came in higher numbers than ever! I can only assume they were checking it out before deciding it was safe to come back. It’s truly lovely to see them. They’re even becoming braver by watching me from a short distance as I put out bread, suet balls, wild bird seed and nuts. It’s true what they say on the telly (for a change) “If you build it, they will come” It worked for me and they’re very good company of sorts.

On a sad note. I had to say goodbye to my Parsons Jack Russell dog 3 weeks ago. Very, very sad time for me. His name was Jack and he’d been with me since he was 8 weeks old. He was near to 15 when he became ill and I decided to let him go before he became too bad. I was told it was a matter of a couple of months at the most anyway and a wouldn’t let him suffer. I suppose it was due to my always being unable to have children that I put so much love into the animals I’ve been fortunate enough to have in my life in the past. I don’t think I’ll have any more animals, it’s far to painful a process to go through when they leave.

Sorry, folks but I just couldn’t let this piece go without having just one, tiny little moan. Hope you don’t mind …

I was in a city out of Bath the other day and was looking job adverts in an agency shop. All the jobs were advertised in a foreign language, every one! I couldn’t understand a word of it. I didn’t think that was allowed but there it was, right in front of my eyes!

Right, I’m off now people. I’ve enclosed a photo of Jack. I haven’t shared it until now.

R.I.P. Jack, old friend…

Bye for now, everyone.

by Alan Cupit (aka Mr Angry)