Pooping pigeon fly-past.

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I am so cross - this afternoon a pigeon in Manchester jettisoned a great, mucky dollop of green, sticky poop onto my backpack as I wondered blissfully around Fletcher Moss Park. I can’t tell you how angry I am, and the stuff just won’t wash off. It’s all over my coat too. There’s always something happens when I come to Manchester to visit my eldest daughter, something that makes me feel quite silly. A few years ago I was wandering aimlessly and suddenly everyone around me started singing. It was bizarre and I joined in. Then I realised that there were only women present. I had got mixed up with a large lesbian choir celebrating World Women’s Day. Most were also banging drums and I couldn’t weave my way through the tightly packed crowd so I became an honorary lesbian for the day.