Posted by CrazyFrog on June 23, 2020, 6:42 am
I know it's meant to be good luck to be shat on by one of our feathered friends, but I've never understood quite why. I understand even less now. |
I went to my daughters yesterday to see her and the grandkids, and to fix up a couple of bikes she and the son in law had bought. I was riding along through a wooded area minding my own business when whump! I thought somebody had thrown an egg at me. Looking down, the whole of the right hand side of the tank and my jeans were covered in bird shit. When I got to the daughters, it was on my helmet, leather jacket and right side panel too. I've no idea what sort of bird it was, but it certainly wasn't a Sparrow. More like a Golden Eagle after 8 pints and a Vindaloo . Anyway I cleaned myself and the bike up with some kitchen roll before I went in, but nothing went right for me yesterday after that. The patches wouldn't stick to the inner tubes, the rubber glue vomited over my fingers when I opened the tube and I didn't manage to complete any of the little jobs on their bicycles. Before I left, she kindly gave me my father's day present, which was a ploughman's lunch in a box with a pickled egg, scotch egg a roll, several different cheeses, pickled gherkins and a pork pie. Mmmmmm, I thought as I put the box in my top box. When I got home, the box had split, and I had pickled egg bits squashed into my waterproofs and my top box now stinks of pickled eggs and gherkins . It took me an hour to clean the remnants of birds shit of the bike and leather jacket. To cap it all, an hour after that the damn shower broke.
I'm retracing my steps today and I'm lying in wait by that tree with a bloody 12 bore...
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