I’m the pigeon on the wire
This. Dear friends. Is all I’ve got. It’s what happens when I have wine in the fridge and drink coffee every day. For some, it’s fine. For me, little as I am, I’m a pigeon clutching the wire. The spider in the experiment. I don’t know what a web is let alone know how to thread one. Watch on. Something does happen. Spoiler. It’s not Instagram worthy. Good luck to you all.