Liam’s was making strawberry jam and, just as the kettle was coming to the boil, the electricity pylon blew up again. This time some poor little bird flew into it. The luckless creature exploded into bits like an old Hannah-Barbara cartoon leaving a flurry of feathers to float gently to the ground. Five minutes later, power was restored and Liam returned to his preserves.
Jam-making is the true vocation of all hardened emigreys.
Perking the Pansies 
We’re expecting orange and tangerine marmalade next winter, Liam.
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It was surely one of the “Angry Birds” – they do this all the time 😉
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Love it!
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Dina, I was thinking more along the lines of a bird pie than marmalade. Maybe a bit of both? Am currently fashioning an objet d’art from the scorched feathers. Waste not want not eh?
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