Us westies have this mission in life. To know everything about everyone around us.
That means I have evolved with ears that can move. Dad's can't move. Mine can
move backwards. So I might be facing in the direction of travel, but I can still
hear what Mum mutters about Dad as she gets stung by nettles in the line of photographic duty.

(dad: thanks for all your kind messages yesterday, much appreciated by all three of us!)