An official complaint

Mr. Parrot has submitted an official complaint to the tall person. He alleged that I dribbled on him when we were sharing the balcony this evening. He also said that he is getting tired of dodging my drool. I am absolutely outraged. I think it is a deliberate ploy to wrest back control of the balcony. I admit his head did look a little wet but I thought he had been dipping it in his water bowl to keep cool.

When is a sea not a sea?

Tbilisi is nowhere near the sea but there is a Tbilisi Sea. Strange but true. It is a large lake about 20 minutes drive from our house. The tall person and De and the little person went there today. I’ve never been and would have liked to have gone but the tall person told me I must wait until the weather is cooler.

When they returned home they told me all about it. The little person said he went swimming with the tall person and they played the ‘shark’ game and ‘Baywatch’. In the ‘Baywatch’ game the tall person showed the little person how to rescue someone from the water. It can’t have been like the real ‘Baywatch’ because the tall person has blue swim shorts not red ones. Apparently the water was lovely. De stayed on dry land and tried to keep cool. They then had a picnic in the woods and an ice cold drink on the veranda of a cafe overlooking the lake.

The cafe had a hot dog. Poor hot dog. He should have stayed home like me but perhaps that is his home.

I can’t wait for the weather to become cooler and then I can go to Tbilisi Sea.

P.S. The tall person asked me to point out that beer in the picture is his and not the little person’s. He had a coke.

 

Robert Browning and I like Bread

I love bread. In Georgia it is called puri (pronounced “poo-ree”) and is baked in a deep circular clay oven called a tone (pronounced “ton-AY”). We have a tone in our garden but we don’t bake bread in it. Most streets in Georgia have at least one bakery. They are very hot places. The tall person likes to watch the baker make the traditional long pointed bread called shotis puri. He told me that the dough is stretched on to a shovel and placed on the inside walls of the oven. When it is ready the baker uses long sticks to take it out and puts it on slatted wooden shelves to cool. It smells fantastic!

The tall person knows that I love bread and he suggested I quote a famous poet, who liked bread as much as I do.

“If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.” –Robert Browning.

What a wise man!