I decided to take the girls to the park as it was a cold, crisp morning. I got us all dressed in winter gear and off we waddled to the car. I drove to the park and just as we got out of the car, it began to rain.
Oh well, on with the raincover and on with our hats. We still managed to have a pleasant time in the playground but the rain got worse and worse and in the end I had to bribe Ellen with ice-cream (shouldn't it have been hot chocolate instead?) to get her home. On the way to the car she wanted to feed the ducks in the river, but as we had no bread I told her we'd feed them grass and sticks instead. She seemed happy with that and picked up millions of sticks on the way. Poor ducks paddling round in the rain, got their hopes up when they saw these two nutters on the bridge above throwing them some food, only to realize it was a few rotten sticks. Gee thanks....
Back home now, still a bit damp from our escapades, but fresh air does you good.
As we say in Sweden: There is no bad weather, only bad clothes... (in Swedish it rhymes as well...) So there!
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