OK, at the risk of upsetting any Twitcher's and Ornithologists, I am getting seriously hacked off with birds, and their complete inability to control their feathered bowels.
Now I do realise that living on the coast, means that there are going to be plenty of seagulls, but the sheer quantity of shit that they evacuate from their bowels beggars belief.
Yesterday, I spent a couple of therapeutic hours washing the cars. When I'd finished, they were all gleaming, waxed and polished. I went inside to make a deserving cup of tea (Yorkshire of course, still the finest brew IMHO) and when I came back out to bask in my handiwork, a squadron of the little f*ckers had crapped all over them.
This follows on from yesterday, when a group of their colleagues, undoubtedly trying to emulate the Dambusters, had deposited three enormous arse explosions all over our freshly cleaned kitchen windows.
And to top it off, this morning, I was minding my own business at a set of traffic lights with the roof down, enjoying the sunshine, when I felt something warm, wet and rancid hit me in the head and neck, and another load proceed to splatter my dashboard - yep, you've guessed it, another load of bird shit.
Now whilst I am a lover of nature, I am getting to the stage where the purchase of a 2.2 Air Rifle, might well be tomorrows entertainment taken care of.
And if Bill Oddie is reading this, then if you love the flying crap machines so much, maybe you'd like to come round to my house and clean all their shit up!
Rant over?