For the second time this week there were nineteen doves waiting for me when I opened the door at seven o'clock. Nineteen little white angels, with angel wings spread, making a concerted rush to get inside, eager to be fed on the little bits of cheese I was holding in both hands.
It is very hard to get out a door when there is a mass of white wings and feathered bodies trying their best to get in. But a very nice way to start the day.
Then when I bent down and opened my hands I had the usual exuberant, eager mass of angel wings beating round me. Wonderful!
It is very hard to get out a door when there is a mass of white wings and feathered bodies trying their best to get in. But a very nice way to start the day.
Then when I bent down and opened my hands I had the usual exuberant, eager mass of angel wings beating round me. Wonderful!
