I’m fed up with doing my knitting, so I think I’ll  muck out the birdcage instead.  The poor thing can’t see her carpet for all the seed husks and poop she drops.  She’s so loving and cheerful, she deserves better than a couple of inches of junk underfoot.

Remove the white tray, lift the sandpaper up, managing to spill birdshit all over the floor.  Get the big tray over the little sink to wash it.  That’s right, get water all over the kitchen floor.  Get out the sandpaper sheets; why can’t they make them the right size to fit Kes’s cage?  Cut them into shapes to fit, getting grit all over the chopping board. 

Oh bugger it!  Knit one, purl one!