The furious flapping of wings jolted Tara from her stupor. The bird on the windowsill outside her room was making its presence felt. It had more to do than her, she thought glumly as she rolled onto her side. The days were dragging by and she was starting to resign herself to the fact that this would be her summer. As the holidays had loomed, the questions had come thick and fast: what were the pair of them going to do, were they flying home, did they have plans to go visit someone else… surely they wouldn’t be stuck in this dump for two months? Tara had looked over at…