FLAPPER, my personal Pie-Pigeon, who hangs out round the cherry tree on the corner, was nowhere to be seen this morning. I hope he's OK and not been made into a pie by somebody else. Maybe he has decided to do a spot of homing and flapped off somewhere wood pigeons like to congregate on their days off. Bankholiday Monday's coming up. Maybe Flapper is ensconced up some Parisian tree, in a five-star nest with some exotic bird... preening each other's plumage; ordering the choicest seeds on nest-service and feeding them bill-to-bill... all the while cooing sweet nothings...
