What ever happened to the early bird getting the worm? This was a question I asked myself when the phone rang some time between 6am and 7am today. Very early or very late calls generally mean something bad, something very bad. This was no exception. There was no mince at Chez Margaret's. Seriously. The poor birds would most likely starve. Right. Well the feather friends would have to wait at least until 8am when the supermarket opens. I tried to go back to sleep but perhaps because of my severe anxiety about avian welfare (yeah nothing at all to do with that) I decided to just get up and deal with the crisis.
The birds were grateful. Margaret was grateful. I was grateful to go home to bed.
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