Was it Bella, Zeus or Buffo (I think that was his name) who got into the flower beds and broke off many of the young leaves. Up in Maroochy River on the Sunshine Coast (where I house-and-dog-and-cat-sat last year) my friend Janine was not too pleased last Sunday when she discovered the damage. Unfortunately for the culprit, he left some vital evidence – a bone! – but whose bone was it?

“Why didn’t you stop whichever one of them who did it?” asked Janine.

Neither her husband, nor I, said anything.

“Oh, it’s not funny,” Janine added, mistaking a bit of sheepishness for nonchalance.

I don’t know if Brad saw the crime being committed, at the time I was too busy taking photographs. To be honest, I didn’t even notice the plants being crushed – I wasn’t looking at them either.

Now I have a little dilemma – do I hand over the photographic evidence or do we keep it to ourselves? (Sorry to involve you but I had to tell someone.) I have a soft spot for the offender so I shall leave the decision up to you…