It was not quite the kind of visitor I would have expected to be introduced to, but there it was, being offered a morsel of fish. "So, will Arsenal win their next football match?"...... no recognisable response, the visitor obviously was not going to play ball. He was too busy tying himself in knots.
There before my disbelieving eyes was an Octopus. Paul, the football eight-leggéd foreteller, much revered by the Germans who have him, and even more deified by the Spanish, who he foretold would win the Football World Cup and want Paul, has nothing to worry about. My unexpected guest has a long way to develop and grow in global and physical stature.
It is highly doubtful that this ,junior octopus will be as gifted as his German counterpart. His tastes in mates is a bit suspect. He was tempted by a lure that looked a bit like him in miniature, however, it had many more fronds, than he has legs!