Riddly riddly ree

Riddly riddly ree – there’s something I can see, and it starts with… ‘b’.

No, not bus. Not boots. Not an ill-fitting bra you wear anyway because it has nice embroidery. Not boffins with berry berry lovely bow ties. Not boys who I accidentally flirted with because my gaydar was broken and I thought they were gay. Not browsing - the internet when I should be reviewing a document. Not boggly eyes of the guy on the train late at night who thought a conversation might be fun. Not backpackers with beer tshirt and big hair. No, it’s ‘bird’! Out my window. Seagulls, swooping between buildings and reminding me that this is a harbour town. Nice, huh?