On Monday morning as I sat at work, absorbed in creating a shirt design, a sparrow flew into my office. Heralding her entrance with a couple of shrill trills and some very loud wing flapping, she landed on my film printer, then stared at me. I stared back at her then moved quickly to shut my office door.
I had to give up at the end of the day, taping notices across both of my doors when I left, to prevent anyone entering. I turned off the lights so she would hopefully sleep until morning. The office was cold but although I had felt every degree drop as the afternoon wore on, I knew it was better for her to be cooler.