Alanis Morisette sang about it,
Mr. Stay-at-home Dad wasn't afraid to shirk
He put on his suit, took the tube, went to work
He slaved the whole damn week, then couldn't get out
And as the mega arrived, he thought
Well isn't this shite
Six days on Shetland, no biggies. Four days in Norfolk, no
Still, I am going to be out on the Wanstead Flats at dawn tomorrow, and I am greatly excited by the prospect. I have not birded Wanstead for approximately three weeks, and I have missed it. Nick is filthily on Scilly, and Tim is in Yorkshire. Mine, all mine. I wonder what I will find? A dog, probably.
What price one of these though?