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	<title>David Watkin &#187; Pigeon in Sussex Mews</title>
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		<title>The Pigeon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 08:37:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Mullen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The phone rang on Sunday at its usual Watkin time, around 10.00am.  Retreating to the study I arranged myself at the desk for a serious gossip. “Can you come over, dear?” It was ominous.  He didn’t start with “My Dear Chris, How are you?…” Some affair of the heart needing my wise counsel?  An urgent reading from Conrad or Shaw? Unlikely. The tone of voice was too sombre. “What’s happened?” There was a lengthy pause. “There’s a fucking pigeon loose in the Library…” He paused for a very long time. I imagine him now furtively looking round to check. “And it will shit on my books.” Oriole and I jumped into the car with large sheets of brightly painted hardboard and a huge cardboard box. We parked in the Mews and crept slowly to the front door of number six where the ashen-faced owner was cowering, holding the door tightly shut. “So good of you come. Be careful now.” He led us in and, almost immediately, ran upstairs, leaving us alone to spot and corral the beast. I thought at first this was a strategic move on his part to cover a potential exit.  The poor terrified creature had come [...]]]></description>
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