I needed something from the store and was crossing the living room towards the front door, when I chanced to look out of the window just in time to see JP emerge from the side door into the garden. He was looking down, and frowning and then he half-ran half danced down the path toward the gate waving his outstretched arms up and down as if on a very slow take off run. I peered through the glass, ducking back quickly as he turned and walked slowly back up the path.
Me. That dance up the path.
JP. No idea what you are talking about.
Me. Come on. What on earth were you doing, you don't usually dance down to the wheelie bins. [laughing]
JP. Where are you going?
Me. Don't change the subject.
Me. [suddenly putting two and two together; the half run, the downcast eyes and flapping arms] Oh my God...[now laughing hysterically] It was the wretched Starlings again...wasn't it?
JP.Weeeelllll! The greedy %$&^***!'s. zose pointy beaks, I 'ate zem.
Me.It was worth it just to see you flapping your arms for take off.
JP. So, where are you going.
Me. To the store, but I've forgotten why.
JP. Silly beech!