Bonnie the Barn Owl

There were owls on display outside the St James Centre this morning as we sidetracked from food shopping to claim a free coffee and cake from John Lewis.
They seemed more interested in the traffic passing at their backs than the gawping spectators, and who could blame them.

Why is it that when I find his Lordship prone on the patio having apparently tripped over a plant pot while waving to a passing friend, I utter the immortal words,
' What on earth are you doing down there?' It makes a change from my saying, as I have done on other occasions when he has fallen off his bike with feet firmly attached to cleats,
' How did you manage that?'- words which slip off the tongue so easily in the shock of witnessing his falling body, but are hardly sympathetic when he is prostrate on the ground.
Fortunately on every occasion he has been able to answer, 'What do you think?'

I hope there will never be an occasion when he doesn't reply.