Ring my bell...

Lately we (pal and I) have been going out for Sunday breakfast while MrsDB stays at home and welcomes the isolation, silence - and the tennis on TV.  We tried a new place today, one I've driven past for the last 50+ years and never been in!  In fact if you look at old pics of trams running along the Seaburn sea front you'll see the Bungalow Cafe.  It was very busy and very good but there was an annoying shrieking going on.  A quick scout around revealed a huge parrot ringing his bell, clashing his bars and bellowing in parrot language (obscene probably).  The picture shows (not so pretty) Polly  trying to attack my phone camera.