House Martins some times take their title too seriously like the one which is still in our kitchen as I blog. It decided that it liked the look of our Jordanian glass which the wife has placed out of harms way above the door-fine, it may be a connoisseur and I have no problem with it sitting quietly beside these heirlooms valuing it for Bird Watch Roadshow but when it loses it a bit and starts flapping amidst the exhibits it is not to good for the nerves; one blow from a powerful wing and its back to Jebel Amman to get a repacement. How did it get in I hear you cry? Someone left the kitchen door open and the stupid bird did the rest. Latest: it crapped in the general direction of two Waterford Glass decanters and has vanished-hopefully back to its young in the garden store.
I wonder if I should try E-Bay. Not for the decanters, the House Martin?  ¶ 12:08 AM