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I am looking after my 2 year old grandson this month so no time to reflect, or write much.  The weather in the UK is unusually dry and hot but I don't mind that, although running after a 2 year old and pushing him uphill is challenging.  I sleep in the attic, which has 2 windows, one on each side and keeps up a nice temperature during the night.  It isn't the heat that keeps me awake it is a pesky pigeon.  It sits outside my window and repeats over and over and over again that same boring 3 note sound that all pigeons make.  What is it doing there in the middle of the night?  Don't birds sleep?  If I was a kid I would probably get the old fashioned catapult out and if I was Donald   Trump I would grab my shotgun, or order one of my lackeys to shoot  it.  What do I do?  I ineffectively go shoo, shoo, and then when it inevitably returns to my window I end up talking to it.

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