It seems that, yesterday, someone (I’m assuming annoying, homophobic note-leaving freak who is sorely in need of a hobby) left a paper-back Bible by our front doorstep.
Unfortunately, yesterday and this morning we were busy with things other than checking if this fool had left more nonsense on our door.
It has rained a lot since then. It has been windy. It is also possible paper shredding cats have had fun. So now the front of our house is liberally decorated with mushed up soggy paper, with the odd legible Bible verse.
I am not pleased by the extremely-religious-soggy-confetti look. And it’s frankly miserable to clear up all this wet, muddy gloopy gunk and we’re probably going to be fining scraps for weeks.
If you’re going to leave your passive-aggressive little holy book on my doorstep at least spring for a water-proof cover, damn it.