Mud

Sundays seem to pass us by so quickly. We managed a short trip to Strathclyde Park before the kids went to Granny's house. We fed some rather large sucks, which Oscar loved, shouting "hello ducks" repeatedly at them. Then Holly cycled and the rest of us walked/were carried along the path to the new playground. Unfortunately the playground was like a mud bath and poor old me slipped and fell, causing much hilarity to others and great embarrassment to myself. Mortified!