Hosted by Cecily and Lolli
It was an early sunny morning trip to the park to discover some 'street artists' had got there before us.
Also the sudden and startling realisation that your child is the LOUDEST in the whole park.
I could her her dulcet tones drifting on the breeze, like nails across a chalkboard or a squeaky hinge in need of a damned good oiling.
I pretended she wasn't mine.