I was going to write about the natural beauty of Norway, about how this time of year is so lovely because masses of wild flowers bloom by the roads and everyone's gardens are full of colour. (Loads of people, including us, have rhododendron bushes, which I find incredibly funny for some reason, like they shouldn't be in Norway, only in National Trust properties).
Anyway, ol' Mother Nature just spat on that. We have three huge windows in our sitting room that overlook the garden. And just as I logged on a bird flew in to one of them. Twice. No idea if it was the same bird twice or two birds once, but man it is a grim thunk.
And the gross bit? The smear of I-have-no-idea-what bodily fluid and tiny feather left behind on the glass.
No pictures today.