Quack. I'm STARVING!!! Quack.

So Sandy and I went for a walk to Dobbies, got a cuppa tea and sat outside.

We were the only folk out there and then all of a sudden, mama duck here flies onto the decking from the pond, narrowly avoiding getting tangled in my hair.

"Quack", said mama duck.
"Sorry sweetie - we've just got tea", said I.

She then walked all round us, checking for secret sandwiches or biscuits. Quack, quack, quack - loosely translated as 'I don't believe you - you're hiding GRUB!'.

She made so much noise and sounded so sad, that I've kind of promised her that I'll bring her bread the next time. And from the look on her face, woe betide me if I forget...