Huge and continuing noise of complaint from our bird on the balcony before we’re up in the morning. No Sunday lie in for gulls and where’s breakfast anyway. It’s going to be pretty annoyed next Sunday to find we’ve gone back to London. J eventually feeds it. Seems it likes potato, which is convenient as we have an excess. “Our” gull is joined by another one, younger and a little smaller, whom J refers to as “your friend”. Seems friendship has its limits, though, as friend is allowed to stay but not encouraged to share, and has to wait until our gull has flown off, weighed down with food.
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