If you want to know how my diary entries come into existence: while Sophia is typing, I sit on her knee and read along. I can see that she masters her job, but after a while I decide to give her a hand and jump on the keyboard. She moans, hits the backspace several times and switches off the caps lock again. She moves her mouse to save the document and I jump on her hand. Just in time, she sees that she nearly hits the "Save changes - NO" button and tries to move the mouse in the right direction, which I consider such a nice game that it is nearly impossible for her. Finally, the document is saved. Another entry is ready for publication on the Internet.
They say that you get used to everything. This is true, but still we miss our Dandy. We phone to the refugee center regularly to ask about our Dandy, and the answers are always the same: Dandy is still in quarantine but fine, he has adjusted well, he has stopped picking his feathers, he is between other Greys, although still in the same cage on his own. We are not allowed to visit him yet, but we will, as soon as his quarantine period is over!