On the first day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call from the police. A pair of odd birds had got inside Mrs Partridge’s house and made themselves at home in her Christmas tree.
She hadn’t minded at first, they were pretty and seemed satisfied with the crumbs she fed them. Then they’d built a nest of tinsel and started courting.
“Can’t hear myself think over the racket they’re making,” she told the team when they went to investigate.
“Skreeeek! Skreeeek!” sounded from the living room, like fingernails down a blackboard.
“I see what you mean,” said Ianto, handing out earplugs.