Week 285: Pigeon with a death wish

We had a gardener round to look at our front and back garden – well, expanse of paving slabs – to start the process of getting them turned into something with less concrete and more life. The good news is that they can do it all from the outside, so it shouldn’t be too disruptive for us. Greenland Dock on a sunny Sunday We were woken in the middle of Monday night by cheering. I assume it was the football, probably the Iran–New Zealand match that kicked off at 02:00 UK time. Some of the games are at very unsociable hours from a western European perspective. I don’t know which neighbours it was, or which team they support. I know I have Turkish neighbours, and there’s a 03:00 game coming up, so I’ll find out soon enough if they’re football fans. I potted the pothos cuttings I’d been cultivating on my desk. Technically it’s Epipremnum aureum, which is no longer classified in the Pothos genus, but that’s not my problem, is it? They seem to be doing well so far. HMRC owe me a decent (four…