We have become immune to the numerous warnings of the dire results of continuing to smoke.
Terminal Brewers’ Droop, early death, amputated feet and legs, tar encrusted lungs, rotten teeth, foul breath, shrivelled testicles, premature ageing, bronchitis, heart attacks – need I go on? Why do we persevere? (Because we have a small fortune invested in dying of smoking like everybody says we will and don’t want to be cheated out of our investment. Ed)
Blue tits was a new one on me.
The environmentally friendly high tech firm of YSI Hydrodata has sealed up the metal ashtray from outside its front door and asked staff to desist from using it because a family of blue tits has nested in the box and objected to the fag ends being dropped on their head.
Mama and Papa Blue Tit removed all the cigarette ends from the box – no doubt with a cheep of ‘how disgusting’ – and set up home in the ashtray…..
Over to you Gloria, do your worst!
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Anna is the landlady of the Raccoon Arms. She lives in the Monbazillac area of South West France and still takes a keen interest in British politics.
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Thanks for keeping us abreast of this, Anna!
Ahhhhhh! How lovely. They look so nice you just want to hold them.
Phew! for a minute there I thought you meant entombed as in the Indiana Jones type thingy. Now that would be pretty heartless even for ASH.
I thought the illustration was of the Forth road bridge until I put my glasses on. Those tits are sweet, though.
Tits like coconuts (and sparrow like a bit of fat on a string)
It’s a conspiracy! Even the birds are in on it!
Not really, quite sweet, innit?
Believe me, Anna, if I hadn’t been out all last night I’d have milked this for all it’s worth.
I knew you be fully supportive of my efforts to publicise tits – cross my heart.
Boy, that’s a blast from the past, Anna…. Thanks for the mammary!
Isn’t ornithology a wonderful hobby? We are lucky enough to live in the countryside and I gather Mr Smudd saw some Great Tits only this morning.
I’ve always liked tits