It's a fact.

When you are little, your mum takes you out to the park to feed ducks. When you are older, you take your mum to feed the ducks.

Albeit mother-in-law and bread that you baked and turned out to be sub-par (the curse of the baking tin)...

Caroline's mum and friend Anne visited the new(ish) house today, sampling all the delights of our scaffolding-less garden and the local area. I had some nice ones of them feeding ducks but couldn't resist Caroline's face caught in this one. You can see Christine (M-i-L) at the back, probably just as she noticed and started shouting about being mobbed by pigeons. Our "pigeon posse", it was Anne's fault...

Unrelated highlight of the day:
We had a long tube ride back to Caroline's mum's house, so C and I started playing "I spy..." I spent AGES trying to guess what began with A, having had clues and hints and getting more and more frustrated (I am very competitive!). As I was desparately guessing, we pulled in at a station. The lady standing near us went to leave and turned to say "I have to know... it's armrest, isn't it? It's been absolutely killing me!" ...It was.