Feathered friends

Forgot to tell you we went to a ‘Burns Night’ celebration at Philippa’s Sports Club last night. F*** knows what neeps and haggis are, but they came out of my arse like a greyhound in a Porsche this morning.

We did something called ‘The Big Bird Watch’ this afternoon.
Basically you sit down and look out of the window for an hour and write down how many different birds you see. All very pleasant, and it helps the RSPB keep track of bird populations in the UK.
It’s harder than you think. Trying to count how many sparrows are in the garden when they keep flying off and flying back again was making me feel quite dizzy. Mind you, that might have been the sherry…

It’s inspired me to do my own ‘Big Bird Watch’ at work this week. I’m gonna make a note of any woman who weighs more than 16 stone and see how obese the supermarket clientele are.

RC 29-1-12