We were only out for two hours but when we came back strange chirping noises were emanating from my bedroom.
K reached for his trusty laptop, and googled the problem. The experts on getting rid of birds out of bedrooms decreed net curtaining. KT could only provide muslin. He opened the door suitably armed to find not 1, not 2 but 3 birds flapping around my tiny room. He managed to shoo two of them through the window but the third refused to move from his perch on the 17th Century Nun’s Prayer on my bedroom wall.
He seemed to be in a reverie. No doubt he had been reading from the prayer: Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.
Well to cut a long story short K made a grab for the bird and ran with it out to the balcony where he did a few somersaults (the bird that is) before flying away. At least it was more exciting than watching the England v Algeria match!