When not up to mischief indoors, you will find me in the garden (or someone else's) and it was in someone else's garden last year that I struck up a weekly rendezvous with Robin. Not sure if Robin was male or female as all robins pretty much look the same, but our meetings became the highlight of my week. I would be greeted every Wednesday with a robin-style ‘Wotcha!’ from the branch above my head and then as I tended the flowerbeds on bended knees, Robin (for want of a better name) would hop around my hands picking out the tasty insects I’d unearthed. The icing-on-the-cake happened early summer when Robin introduced me to its 2 chicks that it encouraged down onto the ground where I was working to feed 2 feet from my hands. It’s a wonder I get any work done sometimes…I really do have the best job ever!