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Yesterday there was a bird in the office and it took me back to my childhood when we used to get birds that would fly down the chimney in my parent’s house and get stuck behind the gas fire. There would be an awful lot of struggling and banging behind the fire and I would cry until my Dad took off the fire from the wall and set the bird free. Once this happened, each time, the bird would go skitz and dart around the room, closely followed by the cat (the first two times this happened) who thought all his Christmases had come at once and this would undoubtedly result in the bird and cat knocking most of my dad’s antiques off the sideboard and the second time this happened the flat screen TV was knocked off the wall. After that anything that could be knocked over had to be packed away and the cat had to be locked in the kitchen. My Dad’s not dumb.