This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid.
That’s all for me for the week.
Maud Newton was last seen storming into the bush to stalk the notoriously shy red-breasted popinjay, where she was to spend her holiday weekend following its distinct loud hawking and searching the sky for the remarkable gin-scented vapor clouds that follow in its wake. When she’ll re-emerge, victorious, I can’t really say. Possibly Monday. Or Tuesday.
See you soon.