Worse news: it was an acceptance letter to art school.
I nearly shat mi keks.
I was so shocked that I forgot my camera, AND, There is a crime scene in my garden that is awaiting clean up (although I might leave it for the foxes). But... please god forgive me for the sacrilege... I forgot I made my brew and it... it... it went cold. Oh, god, I'm a fucking heathen!
I now have the image of that horror scene in my brain for the rest of my life.
Like... how could I leave my brew?
It was a PG tips, builders brew, too.
I even had my biscuits ready to go!
So... how's your morning going?
(For clarity: I like animals. But in my area, pigeons are classed as a pest species. This is the only reason I didn't act on what I saw. But, also, in my defence... I think it was dead before I even registered what was happening. ALSO, also, in the big buggers defence... if the pidgie didn't die, a buzzard would starve to death... so... trolley cart problems?!?!?)