So this morning I am just putting the finishing touches on my kitchen preparations for Passover, which starts tonight. No I'm NOT following my Grandmother's EXTREME adherence to Rabbinical law, but I'm doing my little thing in my little kitchen, my little way.
Or so I thought.
I leave the kitchen for an instant, only to hear an explosive cacophony of shrieking, barking, galloping, yelling and general hysterical activity coming from that end of the house.
In the five seconds it takes for me to race back like a complete lunatic, all goes silent again.
Apparently, a bird had entered my PRISTINE kitchen. Blue (my dog) had attempted to catch said bird and eat it alive. My son had panicked, running back and forth in fright. My daughter had immediately raced to her room to hide. The bird escaped and flew out of the back door again.
I had to clean up bird shit from:
the drying rack
and I had to throw out my breakfast.