|One of the two|
Thankfully, no-one was around to hear me.
Now I had a problem, however. My mobile phone has recently decided not to let me into my address book. Consequently, the only person I can phone on it is the last person in my call log. That person happens to be my mother, who knows next to nothing about birds except that a Grey Heron likes to eat her goldfish. But...she has Steve's number! A quick call was made to my mother, asking her to phone Steve and get him to call me as soon as possible, which he does - arriving on site 20 minutes later. (My mother was a little...confused...shall we say.)
Very, very pleased with my morning. I got my tactics right, having initially resisted the temptation to stay in the warm with a pot of tea, a packet of digestive biscuits and Jean-Paul Sartre's Age of Reason.