Pigeons to Pixels
Hitting forty was like the time I got attacked by a pigeon...for a Wotsit. No really, it happened. The cheeky sod nose-dived out of the sky right into my face. I dropped the packet. And I swear, it whistled like a hitchhiker to the rest of the clan. The whole family feasted on my lunch. It left me reeling. And slightly scared of things with wings.