I was mooching around the house the other night when there was a strangled “arrrrrgggh” from upstairs quickly followed by
“have you been to the toilet tonight?!
Now this is not something Trish normally asks, and the answer was actually no, but I went upstairs with great trepidation, worried about the trouble I might somehow be in!
Trish was standing in the bathroom, pointing into the Toilet where lay… A very dead quite large bird!
Immediate relief was followed by the worry that Trish throught I might somehow be responsible for a dead bird in the toilet pan, I know my diet might be bad, but really!
I turned round and Mindy the cat was sat there, if I had a Babel fish I have no doubt that I would have heard something along the lines of
“that was me that was – whaddya think of that then?”
Trish informed me that it was a female blackbird and reluctantly agreed that
A – I didnt “pass” said bird
B – That I would have probably noticed it there if I HAD been to the loo
OK, so it wasnt quite “Piltdown Man” but I found the whole incident quite disturbing…