About 10 seconds before this happened, I walked past a bramble bush which ripped a hole in one of my favourite old trust charity shop skirts. I was gutted. This skirt is nothing special at all to the eye. It's blue, it's from George at Asda originally and I bought it years ago for £2. But I wear it a lot. It's my comfort skirt.
But after today, I shall wave it goodbye forever.
We had gone for a country walk this morning, me, the Prince and the husband (who is working the late shift tonight and then all weekend) when this poo/skirt ripping happened so he took a photo as evidence.
|Look at the hole and look at the bird poo. Not sure which was worse|
|Why does it always happen to my fave clothes?|
Oh and that is me still showing the bird poo, not camping it up
|But then my luck changed thanks to the bird poo and we found this nature reserve!|
|Complete with ducks and lake|
|This discovery made me happy!|
|Then we spotted six goslings waddling up the path|
|Another little family out having a walk by the lake|
|Then we spotted a heron in the tree! Fab!|
Now I am exhausted as the Princess had two friends for tea. They all fell out, made friends, ate biscuits, trashed her room, played in the garden, ate their dinner in the garden, trashed the kitchen floor and went home.
So my Friday night will now be spent pottering around picking up stuff and clearing up the aftermath. Maybe not quite so lucky getting bird poo on my hand. Can't Mary Poppins fly in and click her fingers for me?!