Just who is this lady taking her duck for a walk?
Well I've called her Alice and this is her story...
Alice kicked me out of the bath tub at 7:02 this morning; a bit early for her but she seemed in a buoyant mood, there was an inordinate amount of singing going on while she attended to her ablutions.
I really hoped she wasn’t using that scented bath oil again, it disagreed with my feathers. I ruffled the pages of the morning paper in protest.
When she emerged even I could tell there was something, well, different about her.
She’d discarded her usual attire of dungarees with checked shirt opting instead for a floral dress, shoes with a heel and a hat!
“Today’s the day Miss Quakers,” her voice was giddy. “Today he will notice me.”
Oh so this was all for the mysterious man in the coffee shop, I shook my head – if he hadn’t already observed the pair of us walking past every day there was no hope!