Jac, may you never have a gull land on your head or your pasty nicked. Or one drop down your chimney. Or be woken by them early every morning. Or your child attacked. They're fine in a seascape on a gallery wall.
Quite used to gulls - I've lived in Southampton and Weymouth and now live in Exeter where I nearly lost my sandwich to a particularly persistent gull in the town centre last week.
Incidentally, one of the funniest things I've seen recently was a rather overweight man panting along Sidmouth seafront in (very) hot pursuit of a flying herring gull which was carrying his ice cream cone.
I don't blame the gulls for exploiting an easy food source and I certainly can't take delight in seeing anything hurt, especially intentionally.
That apart am really enjoying your blog though fervently hope I don't fall foul of your damp underpants in a hostel drying room