Too Much Fresh Air can make a Boy Quackers

A typical Sunday at the end of the month, when everyone's skint and waiting for the next payday. We weren't sure what direction to head today until Oliver announced that he wanted to go to Baffins Pond. Innocently assuming that he wanted to feed the ducks and play in the park, we set off on our merry way. Oliver then decided that feeding the ducks was beneath him and set about chasing the pigeons away as well as putting on his best impression of the Karate Kid. Well the food wasn't for the pigeons - more for the ducks. Try telling that to a pigeon though!!

So, its from the pond to the nearby park where Emma and I were left in relative peace to read the Sunday papers (well for five or so minutes anyway!). After a while outside, the wind picked up, so it was homeward bound for one of Emma's delightful beef casseroles followed by my attempt at custard making. Mind you, everyone was satisfied after a nice afternoon out!