Monday, 31 December 2007

On the Seventh Day of Christmas

[This correspondence began on 25th December…]

31st December
I thought I said no more birds, but this morning I woke up to find no less than seven swans all trying to get into our tiny goldfish pond. I’d rather not think what happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds—to say nothing of what they leave behind them. Please, please stop.
Your Emily

[…and continues on 1st January]

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