Crap

The car is covered in it. And this is the little bugger that did it, dancing at its own reflection in the windows and mirrors.

If it wasn't for my idiot dog I think I could easily tame it. Very young, Not that I want more crap on the  car.

In other news, while Mrs FP was bowling (again) I was instructed to do the walk of shame and take her overdue library books back. She could not face the ignominy herself. I proffered a fiver to be greeted with the news that fines were no longer applied. I hugged and kissed the librarian with vigour and left just before the police arrived.