Somebody commented on my last post that they were glad that I didn't get pooped on by the seagulls ...
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Well, that's not exactly the case ...
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Day 2 Of The Holiday:
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Visit To Newquay Zoo.
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Admired the zebras.
Squirmed at the tarantulas.
Tried not to think of the latest "Compare The Market" advert whilst watching the meerkats.
Convinced myself that, yes, there really was a fishing cat in the pen I stared at for ages.
Ate lunch whilst watching the rain pouring down.
Watched the penguins for ages when the sun came out again.
Swore at the seagull that did a great big, warm, splatty pooh that landed right in the middle of my forehead.
Spent five minutes washing and re-washing my forehead.
Spent five minutes asking "has it definitely gone?"
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Day 3 Of The Holiday:
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A Day At The Beach.
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Erected wind-break.
Slathered on factor 40 suncream.
Placed big, floppy sunhat on head.
Laid on blanket on the sand.
Swore at the seagull that did a great big, warm, splatty pooh that landed on the blanket about an inch away from my body.
Spent five minutes washing and wiping the blanket with a hanky and sea-water.
Spent five minutes muttering and moaning about how evil all seagulls are and what have I ever done to them.
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They're evil I tell you ... evil.
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4 comments:
I remember when we were little at the beach for a picnic and a seagull swooped down and plucked my brothers sandwich right out of his hand. They are darn big things that close up!!! PS mentioned your holiday snaps on my blog, they were that good, but I was also promoting my own wee break this weekend!
nooooooo!! i so hope i don't get pooed on when we go to Cornwall in August!!
I am terrifed of birds!!
I remember being in Newquay as a teen - this huge seagull kept swooping at me and messing my hair up - i was screaming like a looney!!
Apparently being pooped on by a bird is a fortuetous thing and heralds good luck. Could be a load of old tosh though ...
Ahaha, oops, spoke too soon! Right on the forehead, what are the chances?!
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