Five feed the Ducks
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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I think with everything that's been going on, I decided our summer was going to be very low key with what we make of them type activities to entertain us. I thought we could throw ourselves back to the good old days and spend our time doing what they used to do back when seem parks didn't exist. I'm going to. The zoo was an annual treat on visiting. The beach was considered a holiday and not just a few hours entertainment. A kid of 2020 could enjoy a 19 forties summer, and so could I, right Day one, and I plumped for blackberry. Picking and feeding the Ducks. Adventures by the River with Pooh sticks seemed terribly easy on with sandwiches wrapped in brown paper for lunch, it felt old fashioned but fun. Essentially, I had opted to be with my family in an Enid Blyton novel. We were to become a very own famous five. We found a BlackBerry bush in minutes, proving the English countryside is a bountiful array of foraging delights. But we had forgotten to take container within which to hold them. Of course, why hadn't I thought of that? But I was not prepared to fail at the first hurdle and declared with a light bulb moment, It's okay. I have the bag from the crusts of bread we've saved for the ducks, and I held aloft the golden BlackBerry ticket in the form of slightly mouldy bread crusts on. Remove them into my handbag, shaking at the crumbs to provide a clean BlackBerry vessel. Yeah, I'm nothing if not resourceful. Very sour, Mommy! Jimmy exclaimed as he popped yet another low down and potentially dog we'd upon Berry into his mouth. Albert, Darling, they'll be delicious later, with lashings of cream and sugar, I thought, but held back and be carried on, picking next up with the ducks, which Raffi likes to shout the name of loudly. Only he pronounces an F when he means D, so it doesn't sound quite so wholesome coming from his tiny mouth, with two old ladies fairly close, enjoying the ambience which, until we'd arrive had bean silent. I see you and Raffi shouting Duck duck stuck in his own list. Be instead of the way they sensed a bit of anger pointed in our direction on DH. You're enough. When I plucked up the courage to make my contacts. We had quite a few looks off disapproval. You can't pronounce duck properly. I raised my hands. Calm side up. Riley smiled, as if to say, Isn't it funny? Really? But they walked on their headscarves, bobbing downwards towards each other. Well, they ripped me off. Is one of those mothers well? And then it was time for the break. I opened up my hand back. Forget the three cute sea ducks bobbing about in the river, and within seconds, we'd means surrounded by an onslaught of bird life. Where had they come from? How would they multiply more and more ducks and accompanying them? Some very vicious looking swans stomping like they meant business with evil eyes reminding me of gremlins as they made their way out of the water, heading directly for us as a Aaron Anticipation Lord, I yelped and the kids flew in three different directions. Terrified, screaming, Mommy, help! They're coming for us. Well, I threw the bread, lobbed it like missiles, hoping it would frighten them off. But if anything, it only spared the Mourners. More and more birds arrive. I had the little one in my arms. Now, having scooped him up as he was unable to run as fast as the other two on like a feel, his heart beating loudly with the last of the crusts in my clutches. I flung them as far as I could before turning and running to, but the birds were following. It dawned on me. They must be able to sell the crumbs at the birth of my handbag. No short of emptying my lipsticks hand sanitizers. I have many of both and all the other bits US mums carry around in our bags of doom. I had no choice but to simply try and outrun them. Eventually, we made it to the safety of a bridge without a feathered found in state. I thought now would be a good time to play that enjoy over game off pooh sticks. Ah, nde. Get those fun levels back up and running. Gather your sticks wisely. My love's I instructed on. Remember that bigger doesn't necessarily mean winner. Well, we all look for that prize first place twig, and as we scoured the floor, jostling each other, J. Vili, I noticed a red faced man coming towards us. Oh, I expect he's just encountered the Devil Ducks, too. I thought when we climbed up onto the little bridge to begin our game, it was less fun than I had envisaged. With a two year old wanting to climb onto the railings, no awareness off or fear of drowning in a reed field pond. The Big Two were arguing so loudly by the time the red faced man got level with us, but he was even ready. Now I realised I'm very angry looking. I could hear he was trying to talk to us for the shouty and shaking with annoying sort of voice. I've been calling you for ages, he said, But you haven't been listening. Turns out we were now actually on private land. Oh, his land. Oh, sorry, sorry. Ondas. We retreated without finding out who had won. That darn game of Pooh sticks A sticking point for days. He shouted after us and don't feed the bloody ducks anymore. Bread! There's signs up everywhere, telling you do not do that. Are you stupid? Yes, I thought to myself when we got home to review our fine feathered day out. This was really, really stupid, but it still took me to the evening when I was trying heartily to encourage the Children to eat up the South Blackberries as I gagged on them myself to log onto my computer on book lots of lovely trips to the zoo on the beach, the farm and some other muchmore, all singing all expensive themed attractions for the rest of the summer. Enid Blyton is very overrated, in my opinion, on the famous five probably would have deserved stomping around thought Park, given her. Sometimes you just need the big guns on DH to wait until blackboards are actually right, which, according to my mom, is sometime later in August, man.