The screen filled with rolling green hills. And then, emerging from behind a hedge, was a very confused-looking sheep. Tied to the sheep’s back was a small, waterproof speaker. The speaker crackled to life, and the voice of the legendary naturalist, Sir David Attenborough, filled her living room.
Before Margaret could even gasp, the screen split again. And again. And again. bbc birthday surprise
“Happy 80th, Mum!” David shouted, his voice a little crackly but perfect. “Sorry about the Wi-Fi. I bribed a BBC cameraman who was on holiday here with two bags of kangaroo-shaped gummies.” The screen filled with rolling green hills
“Here,” his voice purred, “we see a rare and magnificent creature: the Octogenarian Briton. Note her resilience. She has survived boiled cabbage, three-day power cuts, and the invention of the self-checkout machine. A truly remarkable specimen. Happy birthday, Margaret.” The speaker crackled to life, and the voice
The regular programming clicked back on. A couple was looking at a cottage in the Cotswolds.
“Mum,” he laughed. “It was worth it. Happy birthday.”
Margaret sat in the sudden silence, her cold tea forgotten, the robin at the window now joined by a dozen more. She wiped her eyes and picked up the phone. This time, the Wi-Fi light was green.