Feeding Ducks

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she puts Sis in her push-chair and insists we go off to feed the ducks. She insists that I hold onto the push-chair as well, so off I toddled, very grateful that my overcoat covered my pants as we went off down to the park. It was very cold, and quite a long walk, especially in a nappy. I don’t mind ducks, but we spent a long time standing on the side of the pond feeding breadcrumbs to the stupid creatures bit by bit, and it was starting to get dark as we made our way back. Then she met a friend, a Mrs Grundy, and started talking, and showing us off. I was so cold, and soon found that I was bursting for a pee. I kept hopping from one foot to the other and tugging at Gran’s sleeve, but to my horror, she just turned round and said; “Never mind, dear! There’s nowhere to go near here, You’ve got a nappy on, and I’ll change you when we get home.”