Pigeon Sex

Right, I have approximately 11 minutes to write this blog because I soo want to go to bed in 11 minutes time. Long story, no time to explain really.
Anyway, sorry to my one follower and anyone else who stumbles upon my ramblings that I haven't blogged in a while. It's not a very good excuse but basically I wrote out a big long blog about my adventures Windsor last weekend, when sadly my iPod died and my lovely little witty words were lost forever in cyber space.
Ok, I would just like to take the remaining 8 minutes, now 7, to vent some of my late night/ early morning anger and frustration. I seem to have some sort of pigeon brothel outside my bedroom window. Let me explain: as everyone knows, summer is essentially here and with summer inevitably comes sticky nights in bed where you just can't seen to get cool. Everyone knows that feeling. Well unless you live in the north pole or whatever but just use your imagination. So as a response to this, or the last week or so I've left my window open at night, thinking that this would solve all my problems and I would get some decent sleep, especially as I have exams this week and next. BUT, oh no, it seems I am truly cursed. For for the last few mornings I have had to listen to the sound of the lovely pigeons that live in the bush outside my window making very loud, very passionate bird love at VERY unconventional hours. Try 4.30 in the bloody morning EVERY bloody morning. However, as much as I would like to continue my rant, my timer is beeping at me and is telling me that alas I must retire to my bed to drift off to the beautiful sound of live pigeon porn that is occuring right outside my window. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
Byeeeeeee!