My chief-of-staff has had rather a long week and today she came home announcing she'd heard the first cuckoo of spring...on the Upper Richmond Road West, drifting through the forsythia blossom and the South Circular traffic outside the primary school. Either this birdy, in choosing such an environment, was living up to its name, or all those Hungarian biscuits have made my c-o-s go a bit cuckoo herself.
As for me: I'm biding my ti-ime, cos that's the kind of cat I'-im. Perhaps it will flutter into our garden. And then [sharpening claws] we'll see.