It's recently been Mr Parrot's birthday (he's now 36), and it turns out that l am now officially his butler.
It's bad enough that l have to purchase him food, feed and water him, and clean his cages, but l am now also getting letters and presents for him which are addressed to me to pass on.
What a spoilt little bastard, he's living the life of luxury.
Then again, at least he keeps me amused.
toodle pip
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