The eyes have it.

We went for a birthday meal for "The Cheeky Child” at a nearby Biergarten this day.

Quaint, but a little perturbing to be dining beneath walls hanging with dust ridden stuffed animals staring at us in accusation. A maze of antlers attached silently to a new skull, flat, wooden, unseeing, unfeeling.

Well that’s the description, as I buggered up the image trying to capture the snarling accusative ferrets above our table and captured a corner of "I" which wasn’t snarling at me, for once.