Caw said the crow

I was in work alone this morning. As it's half-term Alun is on holiday and there are no classes on. I work upstairs in the office and downstairs are the large hall and several rooms. At one end of the hall is the noticeboard and I was pinning up some new posters this morning when there was a banging noise from the other end of the hall.

I looked around, thinking something must have fallen - although why it would have done I don't know - and there was nothing there. I carried on pinning. The crashing clattering came again. It sounded almost like ... someone breaking in! And there was me, all on my ownsome with just a packet of push pins with which to defend myself.

I courageously crept down the hall - along the wall furthest away from the noise. There it was again! It was getting closer. Aaahh!

And then I saw it. There, banging on the window, was a huge black Siberian hooded raven! Which as you know are infamous for eating small dogs and daffodils. It was knocking so hard the top window was rattling. I only had time to see the glint in its eye before I turned and ran away upstairs.

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Regarding responses to 9/11, I can't help thinking that Springsteen's The Rising was an altogether better one than George W's.

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