I stopped off in Sainsbury’s on the way to work yesterday. A Monday morning ritual to get some grub for dinner and also to make sure we have fresh milk at work. Bogart and I don’t fully function without a regular brew, so it is high priority!
I was just finishing up when I happened to notice a robin sitting on a Christmas display. It was one of those split seconds when your eye registers something and your brain says you’re making it up. But no, there it was a real live robin, in a superstore, sitting in the Christmas stuff. You couldn’t make it up. Or could you …..
When I was little I had a wonderful little ladybird book called the Wise Robin which was the story of a Mr Robin, whose wife nagged him to steal some decorations off a Christmas tree in order to decorate her nest. I seem to remember that he was trapped in a house and took refuge on the tree until he was discovered and let out of the window. Fortunately for him there was some tinsel caught on the tree when it was thrown away after 12th Night, and so he was able to surprise the missus later on .
I have been thinking about the Sainsbury’s robin quite a lot and am hoping that it was able to get out of the store safely.
When I was young in the sixties (yes I am that old!), the ladybird books already seemed quaintly old fashioned. I remember that they actually had real candles on the tree. Still I did like the fact that the baubles were similar to those my mum had for ours – relics of her childhood and even now I get all warm and fuzzy when I see pictures of certain old decorations. These days people seem to have homogenised trees, with new themes every couple of years but I really like to see family traditions still in there. Our tree at home had (and still has) a Native American kneeling at the bottom – it’s a long story!
Dad rescues the robin.
Photo courtesy of this talented gentleman