Whilst sat in a massivly huge traffic jam on the A49 yesterday evening, I heard the distinctive sound of a small rock landing on the roof of my car. There were some kids wandering around, probably trying to get a look at whatever was causing the traffic jam (big crash), so I assumed it was them throwing stuff. How rude.

I somehow managed to get home without it falling off (mostly because I was only doing 25 miles an hour because of the traffic), and a quick inspection revealed that the rock was absolutely covered in bird poo. So probably not thrown at my car by some little kid, but pooed out by some evil bird.

This is not quite as bad as last week, when bird poo landed on my face and leg during one of our many barbecues. Yuck.

tags: car