Birdhouse In Your Soul

In July last year I blipped a photo of a birdhouse in a local garden centre that had an asking price of nigh on £400! Mrs C didn’t want to pay that much for one and asked if I had any spare bits of wood lying around and did I think I could knock up a birdhouse from said bits.
The short answers were “yes” and “possibly”. The longer answer was “yes, probably, but I’d need some extra bits and I haven’t really got the time”. Things went quiet for a while after that, but the subject cropped up again this spring. The good news was that Mrs C’s friend had found a man who loved building birdhouses and was happy to do so for quite a nominal sum - a tenth of what the garden centre wanted, to be precise.
It arrived this morning and is a great bit of kit, very well made and finished. It was soon in position and loaded with food, and it didn’t take long for the birds to find it. A pair of Blue Tits were observed, but they didn’t hang around once I started trying to take a sneaky photo.
Totally confused as to what day it is. Set up for a gig this afternoon so thought it was Saturday. But because the venue is hosting a Coronation Party, we had to set up today (Friday). There will still be some final tweaking to do before we start but at least all the kit will already be in place.