HAVE JUST...

... killed a bird, I think.

At least I'm assuming I have because I was just passing the entrance to the dog park when it kind of dive-bombed under my mini and, after I'd heard the thud, I looked in the mirror expecting to see a flurry of feathers, but instead saw a mass of black gory stuff on the road.

Now, this wouldn't be a big deal to most people, but, if you're like me, you would convince yourself that somehow the bird has survived it's ordeal (leaving the evidence aside) and is clinging to the underside of my car just waiting to peck me to bits when I open the door.

Honestly, this is what I imagined - so it took me a good while to pluck up the courage to get out of the car.

Was it there? Have I been set upon by a beligerent bird?

No, of course not.

(It's probably lying in wait for me to take the girls to the dog park - and it'll get me then.)