The cockatoo has not escaped, perhaps he's content. He played a game of "pretend sneeze" with me for a bit. He never gets tired of that game. I do, however, and half an hour is more than enough time on one game of "pretend sneeze". Therapy today, I wonder if they'll figure out what's wrong with me today, I get the feeling that she just expects me to talk myself into some kind of comfort that I'm talking to someone about my problems that won't be offended by my feelings of guilt or anger or whatever. This won't last long, but I'll humour her until intervention police say it's okay to stop going.