It wasn't me, honest....

We did wonder how the towels always ended up on the floor.  By happenstance I was in the garden, with my camera (stalking flowers!) when I saw Charles rough housing it with the towel....until it fell off the line.  He saw me, walked off and sat without a care in the world... "It wasn't me, honest" . . . 
Sorry mate - you were caught in the act.....