cosy wee head

The one with opinions more complicated than mere expressions of insufficient milkness or being held in the wrong orientation seemed to be in a reasonable mood after we wandered to the park so we wandered a bit further (after a short break to point out to an antisocial dog-walking woman that her dog was in fact bothering us by sniffing at our legs and frightening Edgar - yes, one might well "expect to see dogs in a park", but one also expects to see them under physical control on public paths, as required by law), waited as long as it would have taken to walk for a bus then got the bus to the centre of town to wander around and poke at the things. After a wee bit he got stroppy, but relented when it was made clear that increased stroppiness resulted in decreased getting to go on things.