Monday, 4 February 2008

cries in the dark at night





There was a godawful screaming from the garden at 04:15 (I checked).

Peered out of the window, saw nothing, worried a bit. It sounded as though it may have been foxes, but foxes can sound v much like someone being murdered, 'orrid like.

More noise at dawn; this time I saw the rascals, three foxes loping away from their squabble along the garden wall. They looked v thin and lively. The dawn looked v cold.

Bloody chavs with bushy tails, I suppose, but I like having foxes in the garden. I wouldn't like having chavs in the garden.

I made coffee and said a silent prayer of thanks for electricity and opposable thumbs.