The mocking-bird heard once

Sitting outside McDonalds today, eating a Quorn burger with my friend C, I felt an unusual sensation on my head. C confirmed that, yes, a bird had indeed defecated on my head. My mother’s reaction, via text message was “a) take a photo, and b) serves you right for eating McDonalds food.” Maternal love is a great thing. (The photo does exist, by the way, but I shan't inflict in on what I know to be your delicate sensibilities.)

On the plus side, I now have new bookshelves. Less floorspace in my room, which is a drawback, but at least all my cherished darlings can share my space with me. Now, maybe if I have them all neutered…