Even when one of the otters he looked after bit off part of a finger on each hand. he didn't blame the animal at all, just his own stupidity in reaching out to the otter while holding a cardiganfull of the scent of a visitor to the cottage.
This time in full sunshine, he made direct eye contact as I marched by with my rucksack full of library books, wearing a blazing white cardigan over a dark denim jumpsuit and huge platforms putting me right at his eye level.