Not much to report from the past week. I’ve been a tad too busy, but that’s often the case. Thankfully I’m only so busy because I spend so much time relaxing…
I cleaned my car on Saturday. It was in dire need of it. Especially after Friday, when it was parked at Ormond Station, and was attacked, either by a squadron of birds who hate my guts, or by one very, very, very sick bird who really ought to be at home close to a toilet, nibbling Saos and sipping on lemonade.
So I attacked this plethora of birdshit, and scrubbed until it was all off. Of course, by Monday afternoon they’d got it again. Bastards.
