Blonde Moment #1

we were driving through docklands yesterday, looking at the roof of one of the old rail cargo buildings which was festooned with seagulls.

"i wonder why one of those seagulls is just sitting up there flapping its wings like it's trying to take off?" says my driving companion.

"hmmm", i pronounce, clearly very knowledgeable in the ways of seagull behaviour, "i think it's stuck!". as we got closer i said "wow, it's a really really big seagull, and it's definitely stuck, it's just up there flapping its wings like crazy, and its feet won't lift off the roof!".

thankfully neither of us called the rspca (seagull rescue branch), for as we got closer still i realised that what i thought was a really really huge seagull stuck by the feet to the roof flapping its wings furiously was, in fact, two seagulls "having an intimate moment" (as they say on bad american reality tv shows). sometimes i really am in touch with my inner jessica simpson.