Today there was a little baby bird in the kitchen. We have blackbirds nesting in the backgarden, and today was the day when the chicks decided to jump out the nest, crash land on the lawn and then proceed to run around the rest of the garden squawking & throwing themselves down the concrete steps.

Somehow, one of the chicks got inside, and was then locked in. I went running around the table desperately trying to get ready to go out, when I nearly stood on the fluffly little thing. It scuttled off & hid behind the sofa. I followed it, whereupon it played dead amongst the vast acres of dust bunnies.

Ending up scooping it up (after washing my hands carefully so the poor little birdie wouldn't have his social life crimped by smelling of Jarlie) & putting it in a newspapered shoe box, then carrying it outside.
Which was pretty much the end of it. Ho hum.

Ack, M3 was just horrible, no better than last year. I have no idea how I'm going to get through all my other Further Maths... Scanned all those lovely manwoodian photos now, took rather a while :( . Just three days till storytelling is released! Woot!

Monkey is being a real spoilt-sport today, won't even let me go above light-speed. Says he doesn't like talking to me when I'm old enough to be his grandfather. Boo shucks.