Finally got a day off!

How exciting! Shame I'm spending most of it cleaning and tidying ready for Friday when Liam gets here. Then I'm popping to town later because I need to buy some new work clothes for winter. GROAN. Normally this would excite me but I can only buy black things (uber depressing.)


Lets brighten the mood with a poem shall we?

Eeylop’s Owl Emporium

(Title taken from J.K. Rowling’s ‘Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone.’)

If you push the worn wooden door into Eeylop’s Owl Emporium

sawdust and feathers will greet you.

The musty warmth will soon clear as vast wings will stretch like dustsheets being unfolded.

Black and inquisitive eyes peer into yours

and they’ll follow you as you inch quietly around

trying to avoid those judgemental gazes.

The background twittering feels like school.

But when you turn to face them, silence.

Heads cocked to one side, it’s like they’re reading your mind

amongst that awkward ambience.

Eeylop hobbles around breaking the tension, muttering gruffly to each in turn.

He pokes his fingers which are twisted and knowledgeable

through the mesh cage to caress the feathers

of the Tawny who looks wise and stern.

The owl will close his eyes and tilt his head, apparently calm.

Eeylop whispers a soothing, songlike sound.

Tawny hoots softly and his large, almond eyes will reopen

and search for a treat in Eeylops palm.