Words from a Bird

I'm not too sure where the last two weeks have gone.   It's been a whirlwind of men dressed as women (Cabaret at the theatre), women in hats (Henley Regatta) and the small matter of daughter number one's hen weekend. Now I can talk in length about the first two, but as everyone knows, what happens on hen do, stays on hen do.  I have seen and heard things that will be imprinted on my mind forever, but I shan't inflict you with any of it (no matter how much you pay me!)  All I will say is that daughter number two did a great job on the organisational front, and daughter number one was thrilled with the whole thing.  Maybe not so happy when she was inside a six foot penguin costume in 30 degrees trying to grab sponges from the bridesmaids, but it certainly made me chortle. So we are now in full pre-wedding hoo-ha.  A dress has been bought, shoes have been matched and strong knickers invested in to make sure that all is gathered in (Harvest Festival Knickers as the mother c