Pigeons on Crow's Steps

It was obviously meant to be an amorous courtship between the two pigeons with the male hoping to get his wicked way. But the lady wasn't for turning nor was she going to appear enraptured whatever amount of balletic dancing he performed on his crow's step.
I left them to it as the drizzle started.

Later his Lordship and I succumbed to the hype about the film, The Exotic Magical Marigold Hotel and spent the afternoon enjoying it so much that I found myself actually laughing out loud, something I don't usually do in the confines of the cinema.
The critics don't rate it very highly, but to us bus pass owners, it is very funny.

The only sad bit was the falling of our bag of Maltesers from its perch between our seats and the loss of half the contents over the floor in front of us. In the event, this may not have been a bad thing.

His Lordship is a man who equates the cinema with an ice cream and some sweets, but absolutely no hanky panky in the back row, even from times long past, when the tickets weren't concessionary and a girl could appreciate a bit of romance.