What the duck?

The usual high jinks on the Royal Mile this afternoon.

Earlier me and Ruby had been to watch a spirited version of Tam o Shanter where we performed to the long established father and child stereotypes. Me tutting at the swear words, the bare arses and the simulated shagging while she laughed like a trooper.

She won't be laughing tomorrow morning when she has to go back to school.

It's so rare to spend a day with just Ruby, can't remember the last time that happened. So, in conclusion, I had a great time.