I mean I'm sure it heralds the start of spring and the wondrous cycle of life but if I hear the feathery little gits start their tweet, tweet, bloody tweet one more time I'm seriously visiting www.shotgunsrus.com soon as I log on.
Every bloody morning for the last two weeks, 4.30am they kick off. By 4.45am DD2 (4 months) is awake and whimpering cos she's absolutely shattered but can't get back to sleep, passing quickly into despairing wails. 4.50am she's in our room. 5.00am DD1 is up and asking why DD2 is crying. By about 5.15am DD1 is persuaded that it's not actually time to get up yet and goes back to her room by herself (with drink) to sleep. By 6.00am DD2 is even more shattered and the birds are still bloody warbling and eventually passes out about 6.15am in time for DD1 to get up at start out day.
I wouldn't care but we live in bloody London - we're not meant to wake to the sounds of birds, we're meant to wake to the every day sounds of sirens, bin lorries and taxi flyers through our letter box that the kids are used to. And seriously, what are these birds using? A loud hailer? A stadium amp? How do such tiny little things make so much noise?
Aaaarrrrgghhhh!