Dear-oh-dear Park

At the end of a damp day, the sun finally made an appearance. So we got Stella out for a walk.

Just before this point she’d lost her ball. Which seems to have made her oddly happy.

George asked me how I’d spent my bank holiday. I told him I’d spent part of it doing some admin - or “sad-min, I suppose.”

“Or dad-min,” replied George. 

He waited a moment, then said, "I'm not even sure what that means." As if anyone needed a reason to make a pun.