Tack

I've spent the last two days in school doing interviews, which has been a very interesting process, and, hopefully depending on how some phone calls go this evening, a satisfying one.

I didn't finish until three o'clock, at which point I popped home for an hour to catch up on a bit of work, before heading down into Kirkby Lonsdale to meet up with Bob and his friend Steve, who had come up to Kirkby Lonsdale for a night away to watch the football.

Naturally, this involved a small pub crawl around Kirkby Lonsdale and at one point we were in a venue, which I shan't name, where these three birds are on the wall. It's the sort of tacky wall decoration you might not give a second glance, until you realise the middle one is a not a bird, perched or taking flight, but a dog with a dead pheasant in its mouth.