Shenstone put his head round the door.
'Hello, Jack!' he said cheerfully. 'Want to hear the results of the vacuumings I took from the carpet at Grimm's Road?'
'Sure.'
'In a word, it's shit.'
'The case? I don't need you to tell me that.'
'No, the vacuumings. It's bird shit.'
'Bird shit?'
'Shit of birds, sir.'
Ah. My vacuumings are often made of the same stuff. :-)
Correct, wschoenh, and here's where I found it -
Shenstone put his head round the door.
'Hello, Jack!' he said cheerfully. 'Want to hear the results of the vacuumings I took from the carpet at Grimm's Road?'
'Sure.'
'In a word, it's shit.'
'The case? I don't need you to tell me that.'
'No, the vacuumings. It's bird shit.'
'Bird shit?'
'Shit of birds, sir.'
From 'The Big Over Easy' by Jasper Fforde.
Nice. n. debris from vacuuming. (?)