The housing company decided that all their houses should be made burglar proof. The family quite liked that, because they say they have something precious in their house (I am modest enough not to know what that could be). So this morning, very early, the front door bell rang... some five minutes later... CRASH! DRILL! BANG BANG BANG! The whole house was shaking! Naturally I am used to Jan doing odd jobs around the house, but this was something entirely different. I am not easily scared (just read what happened during the Millennium night), but this time I didn't like it too much. I climbed and climbed and climbed all over my cage and showed my nervousness in every way I could. In the end the family became a bit nervous themselves, but finally, the workmen left and everything went back to normal. Except that Jan has to think of a place where to put an additional 18 keys and how to keep track which one belongs to which window or door.
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!