‘You know, those birds aren’t sitting on the wire and crapping on the car,’ the other half said.
‘No?’ I asked, a little sceptical.
‘No,’ he said. ‘They’re flying about three feet over the car, slowing right down to just above stalling speed, taking careful aim…
‘And then they’re crapping on the car.’
…particularly if you’ve just washed and waxed said car.
That may be the reason why we don’t wash it all that often…
I was like that when I drove new(ish)cars but now it’s an old banger I really don’t care! xx
Not that great for the paintwork, unfortunately
it looks like some strange object flying through the sky.
I have an image in my head -
putain de merde I pressed a wrong key – I have an image in my head of the Dambusters crossed with The Chicken Run – hoping not to have nightmares!
Time for OH to get pictures of the deed in progress – perhaps a slideshow set to the music from 633 Squadron
John – except our sky’s never that blue…
J – hope your dreams weren’t too badly disturbed
Paperboy – I’ll get him on to it.