I resist no longer my chickens, I now tweet.
I am peoniestweets, which looks really silly but all the good names were taken. Please join me at the birdbath and we shall cheep and chirp and tweet and squawk together and have a lovely old feathery old time.
ps. do you like my new piggy bank? It was a Christmas present from my crazyinthebestway auntie and my gotwonderfullydrunkatourwedding uncle and it now holds my New York fund. All twenty seven pence of it.