. . . or did this nest shrink overnight?
Today we started seeing little bobbly-headed birds poking up over the edges of the nest. This concerns me. Somebody could fall and get hurt!
2 weeks ago
I ask Erica one lunchtime whether she would like to live in England one day, especially as she is such an out-and-out Anglophile.That is so totally me! The happiest times of my life have been in Hawaii and Germany, both places where I am an outright foreigner. The places where I'm SUPPOSED to fit in though, I always feel vaguely uncomfortable and like I'm doing things not quite right.
"Oh God, no," she says, "I don't really like it in England. I don't know how to behave over there. People expect me to know things, like how the buses work, or what to ask for in shops. But I don't because I've always lived in Germany. Living here, it's OK if I get things wrong, because I'm a foreigner anyway. Being English is only fun if you're somewhere else. Actually, I'd be happy to live anywhere . . . France, Italy, Spain. Just not somewhere where I'm supposed to fit in."