Guess who I got to see in the daylight today. The teddy bear who sits in the window in Mill Lane.
He wasn’t looking out onto the lane at all; he was sitting with his back to the glass and looking into the room. What can this mean, I asked myself, and came up with three theories:
1) That he’d been sitting like that all along and it had only looked like he was watching me.
2) That he’d deliberately shifted his position so as to throw me off the scent. (I listened for a nonchalant, tuneless whistle, but didn’t hear anything.)
3) That his human had deliberately turned him that way to transmit a signal which might roughly translate as ‘I’m turning my back on you now.’ He was still sitting that way when I walked past the house tonight.
Number 1 seems the most likely, number 3 the most believable.
I think it’s time I stopped rabbiting on about surveillance by teddy and made an attempt to say something interesting for a change. But I’m trying to get somebody’s attention here, you understand, and it isn’t working.