Also when trying to take pictures of birds one decided to releif itself. Right on my bloody shoulder
My story about this - After almost 2 years on crutches, and having met Kate in that time (she nursed me) we were finally going out on our first date where I could actually walk, and I could even hold her hand as we walked. I got showered, dressed up in my cleanest dirty shirt, and off we set, at a slow pace as I wasn't very good on my legs. In the middle of a busy street 30 yards from home, a great big dollop of bird poo went from my left ear, down my jaw and all over my shirt. Much hilarity on Kates behalf, and when she could walk without holding her sides, we went back home and I got showered, changed into my next cleanest dirty shirt, and off we set again. Sadly, the place we were going to eat at meant retracing our steps.
Yup, as you have guessed, we got to roughly the same spot when the same thing happened, though down the back of my head and onto my shirt and trousers. Kate spent the next 5 minutes literally rolling around in the middle of the street, holding up the cars as she almost wet herself, and was joined by a couple of drivers who couldn't pass by until she got up.
We went home and I had a couple of slices of toast as I watched my clothes going round in the washing machine.
Not tried taking her out to eat since.
