Glynis takes the Egyptian to 'The Land of the Giant Budgies'.
The lovely Glynis arrives at our meeting point, Dam House, Astley. She is wearing a dark corn blue ankle length dress of obvious designer quality. I assume that she bought it that very morning from one of her designer outlets that she uses.
I am wearing my sort of blue polo shirt and my drab grey trousers. These being what everyone one who has stayed at the Ambleside Home for destitute and disturbed gentlemen, is issued with on their departure. Apparently, if I had not 'aquired' some cutlery on my leaving, I would have benefitted from a warm winter coat, as well.
On a serious note now. All of my photographs herein are shaown as is taken, having only been straightened and or cropped. Right, here we go!
He has to be the fattest 'budgie' that I have ever seen. He speaks. " Hello, I've not seen you here before. Hello Glynis, got a new dress?You know where to pay, don't you lovely?"
This guy is the 'Budgie in Chief'. His word is not only law but utterly and completely sacrosanct. You don't mess with him!
I proffer my entrance fee and rather nervously await any change that he may wish to endow me with.
This rather polite 'budgie' and his companion, shown below are observers. It is their duty to just stand and observe all visitors. Anything untoward is immediately told to the 'Budgie in Chief'. They never move from their posts.
See picture above.
Heh! Up, we've got visitors. Stand by your beds. Oh! It's you, Glynis. Who's the ragbag you've got in tow?
Ragbags ain't allowed in 'ere, gertcha! I feel that I should offer some response but my inherent cowardice gets the better of me. We move on.
'Ere, Bert! I think there is a ragbag annoying Glynis. Can you shift him?
Certainly love of my life. Oi! You.
Who me. I reply.
Yes you, leave the lovely Glynis alone, 'oppit!
But I'm with ... 'Oppitt. I don,t argue.
This 'budgie' is the butler to Bert and his wife. See above picture.
That ragbag is still hanging around our Glynis. I'll move 'im.
Hey, ragbag! You'll not be told again. 'oppit! You're alright now, Glynis.
I don't know where she finds them, I really don't. Ah well, back to my nap.
I'm a jailbird, OK? But I'm innocent, OK? I'm breaking out tonight and I don't want to see you around here, understand my drift, ragbag?
Yes, I answer rather too meekly and with that reposte Glynis and I take our leave and travel the short distance back to Dam House.
Hey guys, here's Glynis with some poor looking ragbag. If she has any peanuts save a few for the poor wretch.
Hiya, Glynis. I'm on my way. Got any nuts? Who's the ragbag?
Over here, Glynis. Oh, glynis where did you find that ragbag? Does he want a nut?
These is good nuts, Glynis, you don't 'arf look after us. Did you bring the ragbag for a bet?
I'm not giving him any of my nuts, let 'im get 'is own. See you soon Glynis but if you must bring the ragbag make sure is more pespectable.
And with that, My visit to the Wild Wings Birds of Prey centre is over. For me as a city dweller, I saw birds that I have seen only on the 'telly' etc. Thanks to Glynis I had another rather pleasant day out.
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