Today was our first day of freedom from our recent lockdown.
We had booked a viewing for a property we liked and drove up to Ramsey after lunch. We had decided to do our shopping in the Co-Op store before driving on to look at the bungalow.
The Co-Op car park was full so we had to park down on the quayside. The moment I stepped out of the car a passing seagull decided to release a full load from its undercarriage. I was covered in the revolting white stuff.
Moaning (me) all the way, we walked to the supermarket where I grabbed a handful of paper towels and tried to scrub away the offending white stains from my jacket, scarf, trousers and boots, much to the amusement of the other customers. One kind lady suggested that being pooped on by a seagull is good luck. Not too sure about that one!
We bought the fruit and veg that we needed then returned to the car to pack the shopping into the boot.
As we still had half an hour to kill I suggested that we visit the coffee shop on the corner. I didn't really need a coffee but I wanted to use their loos to try to wash away the stains which were starting to dry into my clothes. I was mostly successful but I had to put everything into the washing machine once we were back home.
Unfortunately, although the house we saw was very nice, we found out afterwards when searching the online planning applications that the house next door had recently applied to build a ginormous extension which would have looked right down into our windows. Perhaps the four white vans and three cars parked outside should have given us a clue!
Oh well, something else will turn up.
I would have a go on the Euro Millions Lottery tomorrow if I was you Jaycee. It's supposed to be very lucky to be pooped on by a seagull.ReplyDelete
It didn't feel very lucky at the time!Delete
I hope that Lord Peregrine was not splitting his sides with laughter when you were bombed by Jonathan Livingston Seagull! I bet the other seagulls were squawking their admiration. I am not sure which is worse - being shat upon by a seagull or catching COVID-19.ReplyDelete
He was not exactly splitting his sides but he did keep saying it's not that important, which irritated the hell out of me, as he was not the one covered in poop.Delete
Bad timing but I do hope it brings you good luck in the house hunt!ReplyDelete
So do I!Delete
The only advice I ever gave to my 3 children about house buying was 1. Buy an unpainted brick or stone house. 2. Buy a house on high ground. I've tried to stick to my own advice, but not always successfully.ReplyDelete
I shall narrow down my search accordingly Cro.Delete
Well the good luck is you got the gen on the prospective house next door. Was the coffee any good after all that?ReplyDelete
The coffee was extremely good so that was lucky at least!Delete
Maybe the reverse is true. That seagull gift was warning you off visiting the house.ReplyDelete
Aha! Could be.Delete
Very 'in your face'seagulls. I was once divebombed for the bag of chips I was eating. They got it!ReplyDelete
Don't get between a seagull and a bag of chips!Delete
Not exactly a bird of Paradise, eh? I would have been furious, too--especially when you noted in a comment above that the OH was not particularly sympathetic. Perhaps he didn't realize he was living dangerously. Sorry about the house, but good that you can search out local plans to discover pitfalls.ReplyDelete
P seems to enjoy living dangerously.Delete
I'm amazed at what you find out online about the houses. Thank goodness I might say.ReplyDelete
Yep. We may have had an unwelcome surprise otherwise.Delete
Oh, yuck, JayCee! Hope all of the stains came out. Sounds most unpleasant! You may need to carry an umbrella when you are parking quayside!ReplyDelete
Hope you find your next home soon!
Oh yuck indeed!Delete
Just be thankful the load wasn't on your hair....!!ReplyDelete
I was going to relate another poop story. London 1965. Friend and I on visit to The Big City. In The West End. Entering a restaurant a seagull emptied itself all over my friend's head. He went back to the hotel and by the time he got back I was a glass of wine ahead.ReplyDelete
I went to Ramsey once because a friend I was at school with had moved there - his father was a Welsh Presbyterian Minister. I was made very welcome but their son was on a visit to Liverpool. We had crossed in transit without even telling each other.
I read somewhere that seagulls often target humans on purpose to empty themselves.Delete
The moral of the second tale I suppose is not to turn up unannounced.