As The Missus prepared for her pre-bedtime ablutions last night, she called me upstairs urgently. An errant blue tit had come in through a small window and was flying wildly around the upstairs room. Lock sprung into life with a towel and began to usher the small bird from room to room in order to get it back out the window. In a game of cat and mouse (or man and bird), I managed to convince the little blighter that his home was outside and not with us.
Here’s a picture of the little critter (no lampshades were harmed during the incident):

I thought it was strange that a blue tit should be flying around at midnight. I thought birds were nocturnal. The only flying creatures around this way are bats – though we have heard a seagull flying at night, cawing as it flies, which is quite earie as you hear it circling above you in the darkness, making seagull noises.
Meanwhile, Alex the Wonderdog has reverted to his evil alter-ego “Mr Licky”. Mr Licky is pure evil with a cute face. He licks and he licks and he licks until vast swathes of fur is gone and bellies are left red and sore and paws are left swollen. I heard him having a crafty lick in the early hours of the morning and then he jumped up and woke me up. This morning it was obvious what he had done, he had licked his paw sore and now it is swollen and he is lame. Stupid dog. When Mr Licky makes an appearance we usually resort to using the Hannibal Lector mask:

So now Mr Licky is Mr Hoppy as he limps around the house. I’ve bandaged his paw and hopefully it will heal itself in the next couple of days…

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