Someone at work just bounced back in from a trip to Lindisfarne with a robin's nest in a box. Of course, when I heard the words 'Robin's Nest' I was hoping for a diorama of our favourite Fulham-based bistro sitcom, complete with miniatures of a louche man about the house, his prissy wife and a one-armed washer-upper. And there'd be a curmudgeonly father-in-law banging on the door.
Sadly, however, this flight of whimsy came to an abrupt end because it was actually a real robin's nest. She found it and thought she'd bring it in for someone's son. I'm sure he'll be thrilled. I wonder if they asked her to do that? Anyhoo, she asked me to smell it, but I refused. It's actually repellent. And what, as someone asked, if the robin comes back?
I've never been to Lindsfarne, but I like their music.
