BEFORE we get started this week, I have to clear something up.

Anyone who has ever worked in an office will have had the same feelings as I did last week.

There you are, busy beavering away with your work and everything seems to be going well. You're getting through what you need to do at a reasonable pace and nothing has gone wrong.

That is until it comes to a crucial moment - and your computer crashes. The first time it is irritating, the second time it's annoying and by the fifth or sixth time you're ready to chuck it out of the nearest window.

I can see you're all nodding your heads.

And that little scenario is exactly what happened to me while I was writing last week's column.

You'll be glad to hear my computer is still in one piece sat on my desk (the window is on the opposite side of the room and I'm not strong enough to throw it that far - and it probably would have hit fellow reporter Hayley Court on the head first) but it did mean that two crucial words were left out of last week's page.

And those two little words were "found online". So apologies to anyone who was misled by it and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again - even if it means dragging the PC over the over side of the room by its power cable.

Right then, back to the business of looking on the brighter side of life.

And from last week's cats, we move on to birds. One of our friends of the feathered variety has been causing a bit of a stir this week after making a nest amid the building work on the new town centre library.

We were asking people to give the collared dove a name, and while I don't know if any of our readers have been in touch, I've come up with a name myself - Shakespeare.

Well, it has settled in a place that will soon (although maybe slighter later than expected due to said birdie) be full of books and while it looks like it's in the rafters, who knows - that section of the building could be home to the works of the great bard.

Personally I think we should name the eggs, too. We could have Caliban (The Tempest), Helena (A Midsummer Night's Dream), Duncan (Macbeth) and Des (short for Othello's Desdemona - it would be cruel to call a chick something that silly).

I'll probably be creating a rod for my own back by suggesting this, but we could set up Dovewatch and have a webcam trained on them to check their progress.

And I could even give you a weekly rundown of the highlights in my column every Monday.

I had better go and find a ladder.

Joke of the week: What do you call an Italian man with a rubber toe?

Roberto

1:46pm Thursday 3rd April 2008

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