And He Went With A Quack And A Waddle and A Quack

In A Flurry Of Eiderdown ...

At the risk of repeating myself, I didn't see last nights events coming. Enjoying a peaceful little back-to-school Sunday night bath with the radio on and dipping into the Sunday supplements ... at no point did I look about and think 'what this bathroom really needs is a duck'.

Enter Archie, stage left, escorting a very cute, and miraculously unharmed, duckling and the rest of this story writes itself. I rescued it, threw it in the shower cubicle for safety and returned to my asses milk.

I later took it across the road to the river where I (very eventually) reunited it with its family (after having fallen down the bank into the brambles, walked through the thigh high nettles and waded about the river in shorts and wellies , looking nothing like Glasto-Kate by the way). I did a good thing, was at one with nature for an hour and I saw Kingfishers. Win-win.



Edit: Ooops, nearly forgot!

Here I Come, Barrington Levy
Daylight, Bobby Womack
Glow of Love, Change
I'm On My Way, Dean Parrish
Love Hangover, Diana Ross
I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, Arctic Monkeys
I Believe In Miracles, Jackson Sisters




The Ugly Duckling, Mike Reid, 1975