Feeling Lacklustre

I’m behaving like an ostrich this week rather than a pigeon.  Pigeons are generally bold.  Aren’t we? We swoop down on people hoping to get some of their food.  We scrape and shuffle around in public places.  We stand in the middle of the road and only fly away when the wheels are almost upon us. Or upon us even.  We pigeons are bold.  But this week I am behaving like an ostrich and it’s because of Libya.  It’s because I can’t bear to watch the television and see the forces of the Rabid Gaddafi getting the better of the rebels.  So I am behaving like an ostrich and sticking my head in the ground with the hope that, when I take my head out, all will be solved and Gaddafi will have been torn to shreds by the crowds (eagle like behaviour there). Oh, mustn’t forget that  son of his, Saif (not of Islam), he needs to be torn to shreds too.

 

I am also feeling quite sullen and lacklustre.  Maybe it’s a general malaise this ostrich, head in the ground, sullen, lacklustre feeling.  But I’m not the only one, everyone I’ve seen feels this way. I spoke to Nutella and Rowella this morning and they both seem to be muddling through the day. 

They didn’t even do the facial exercises which are supposed to keep them youthful and attractive.  I found the facial exercises in the Evening standard in London and they are supposed to be miraculous; take you from 70 to 20 in a week. I have been working very hard for days now but nothing’s changed. I will persevere. We are all obsessed with looking youthful. 

 All races, all civilisations at all times (and the odd pigeon or two like me) have been obsessed with keeping young, looking young and staying healthy. Is that vanity or is it just common sense and being young means better health and not falling apart at the seams with age. I’m not falling apart yet. I have the odd wrinkle admittedly but I am slapping away at it very hard to keep it (them) at bay. By the way, if anyone would like the miracle facial exercises I would be only to happy to oblige. I have a word of advice for Gaddafi: YOU NEED FACIAL EXERCISES!!!!!!!

Back to the general malaise though, there must be something wrong and it’s probably because we were on holiday and aren’t any more. I love being on holiday but at the same time, it’s always nice to get to one’s perch isn’t it. I know I am happy in my perch and I have been sleeping like a log.