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.
I had a major panic attack! Jan and Sophia continued where they left off yesterday: they took me in the car again, closed the door (gently) and Jan started the car. Boy, was I scared. I tried to fly through the car window, to the back seat and on the front mirror. Finally, I crept under Sophia's arm and stayed there, panting. I hate the car. It messes up all my feathers.