in a sweet sunshower

Well. I did go out to the canal again and did get some better-focussed pictures of Sir Psycho Seagull but this sploshy non-draining-drain on Atholl Crescent Lane seems a little more me. I have in any case deduced that the seagull appears to be a-nesting in a chimbley close to the attack site so is eaily blippable upon another time although I shall probably leave it be for the sake of the little egglings even though seagulls are filthy fish-eating evil binbag-ripping dropping-dropping scraarking menace-bastards whose only redeeming feature is a penchant for harassing pigeons.

Maybe I should return again but this time arm myself with a bit of chicken or a binbag full of kitchen scraps so that it is torn between trying to scare me into running away and getting at the food in the bag. Hopefully I could make its teenyweeny little avian brain explode in confusion in mid-air.

A fairly uneventful day otherwise. It was sunny. It was relaxed. Work was very quiet as everyone was on holiday. I got a nice new high score on DTD when I got home.

I did think it was about to piss it down when it started thundering in the south but it was not to be. Never mind.