I thought I'd have a cuppa, and decided to empty the bin whilst I waited for the kettle to boil. Just as I opened the front door to take the knotted peddle bin liner to the recycle bin, I heard the window upstairs open. The guy who lives above me threw out what looked like the best part of a loaf of bread, ripped into shreds and it scattered on the lawn. I barely made it inside in time! Two huge seagulls came screaming towards the bread, followed by about a hundred more! The lawn was grey and white with gulls! There were others perched on the hedge waiting for a space so they could grab a crust. Ten seconds later the bread was all gone. The gulls departed - but not far. I can see them. Some are sitting on the roof of the house opposite. There's one on the lamp-post. A couple keep coming to the hedge and flying off again. (I hope my furry little feline friend doesn't make an appearance today - he won't stand a chance!...they'll have him!) I suppose it could be worse - usually I feel like I'm living in a version of 'Rear Window' (The guy has friends round....theydrink/smoke....and get very noisy....and he has managed to teach me some new cuss-words...and I grew up with three army brothers, I thought I knew all the good words!) Or...I'm waiting for my wet-room conversion - I don't want any Psycho occurrences when I finally get to use my new shower!