Well I was striping the lawn awhile ago with the venerable old Ransomes and it happened yet again: I was struck from above by a feathered dive-bomber who scored a direct hit on the head.
One will recall that I was hit by bird poo yesterday at Mount Stewart.
This afternoon, the noble - not to say follicly-challenged - pate was hit by another bird; and it caused quite a mess, it must have been a crow.
I went indoors and "showered my head".
Tell me, dear readers, would this remarkable phenomenon, occurring within twenty-four hours, be auspicious?
It is supposed to be very good luck. Perhaps it is some re-incarnated old peer thanking you for your blog? VC
ReplyDeleteYipeeeee. :-) If it's good luck, might a soul-mate Lady Belmont emerge?
ReplyDeleteWalking through the woods was I
ReplyDeleteA birdy whitewashed in my eye,
But I'm a big boy,I donn't cry,
I'm just glad that cows don't fly!
Haha! Nice one.
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