When I was just a wee lad, on my 8th birthday I got a budgie, it was a very young budgie, and I got a cage for it, and toys in the cage. I was always trying to make it speak, but it never did ( it was a female budgie too, unusual I know, but that's the truth) We used to let it out, once a day, but we kept the windows and doors closed in the room, so that Dickie ( that's what I named her, I was only 8 years old remember) wouldn't fly outside. Trying to get her back in the cage was a struggle, she would find a place to sit, out of our reach, but as soon as we got near her to get her back into her cage, she'd fly off somewhere else, curtain rails were a favourite. We stopped letting Dickie out of the cage so often, but from time to time we still did, but she would shite all over the place, when we let her out, maybe too excited? So we let her out less, and less. Then one day, my idiot of a brother decided to let her out, and she flew about the place for a while before flying out the window that idiot brother had left open.
We lived on a large council estate, and in those days everybody knew everybody. So I was out playing football with my mates, when someone shouted to me that Dickie had got outside. I was horrified, but went running home to see, and sure enough the cage was empty. Once my mother prised open my fingers from around my idiot brothers neck, we went looking for her, she was on one of the trees, everybody was out helping, trying to entice Dickie out of the tree. One neighbour even got ladders, to climb the tree, but Dickie just flew to another tree, and then she flew away. She had gone, I kept my bedroom window open, and the birdcage door open every night, just in case she came back. Then one morning I awoke, and there was a chirping noise. It was Dickie, she was sitting on her perch in her cage, she had come back.
After that we let Dickie out of her cage everyday, she didn't shite on us, and she always went back into her cage, although we just left her to go in herself, and she did, every morning she was in her cage, with the door open. We never closed the door of her cage ever again, but she would fly about the house, and always go back to her perch.
Is there a moral to this story? Well kinda, if you allow your loved ones to come and go as they please, eventually they'll come and go as you please. If you lock them up, don't let them out into the big wide world, they're gonna fly away sometime, and unlike my Dickie Bird, they may never come back.

I am no longer confused anymore, I am now perplexed ( it basically means the same as confused, however confused is yesterdays news, todays news is PERPLEXED, the word for today ). I don't know if this means that my social standing { or sitting } has gone up a notch/rung or two, but I am now happier that I am perplexed, and not confused. Let there be no confusion on this blog anymore only perplexsion ( I'm not sure if that perplexsion is a real word or not, or if it is spelt correctly, maybe I've made up a new word, maybe not eh? Let's close the brackets }
I read some time ago { I can't remember when or where, but I did read some time ago ) that the word GAY has a DIFFERENT MEANING TO THE YOUTH OF TODAY ( I forgot to get the caps lock button thingy off, if you understand what I'm trying to tell you, please let me know } gay now means rubbish/crap, when my mother was a young woman[ many moons ago] gay meant happy, then when I was a youth [ a week or two ago] gay was something that men who liked other men were ( in a lovey dovey way that is, because I like some men, but I am not gay, that's the gay men who like men gay and not any of the other two gay meanings, I wish I'd never started this now, although I am not confused, just perplexed }So to sum up GAY [ the word gay and not any of it's uses through the years] has gone from happy to crap/rubbish/rotten via homosexual. Are there any other words out there? Wait a minute I put the ? in before I was finished with the question, to continue- that have gone through what GAY has gone through? I feel sorry for gay, not knowing what it is, it can all get very perplexing. End of part one, Cheers....