Polly Ticks!

 

I have received a great number of e-mails, (at least two), from relatives challenging the veracity of my story yesterday about the dead parrot which was not dead but merely stunned for a short while.

Let us consider the facts of the story:

It is true that I was a business manager in an office block in London.

It is true that our receptionist was very beautiful. Probably what stunned the parrot in the first place.

It is true that I like KFC; and that I have never had Kentucky Fried Parrot.

It is true that there was a veterinary practice not so far away from our office.

It is true that the knot is a unit of speed equal to one nautical mile per hour. 

It is also true that the knot is also a dumpy, short-legged, stocky wading bird.

And that most fast food outlets have toilets for the customers to use.

So what bit of the story did you not believe?

I may also add as evidence that the vet told me that this particular parrot is of the Scandinavian variety and that in all probability it was hibernating. Apparently, Scandinavian parrots hibernate for nine months each year.

So there you have it. No facts have been harmed in the telling of this story whether it is true or not. For what really matters in life is not whether I tell you the truth or not in relating my imaginary tales of woe and wile; what really matters is whether I have entertained you and brought a temporary smile to your face; however short in its longevity, a smile all the same, that unites us despite the physical distance between us.