Devotion To Duty

Collecting the duck eggs this morning in his pjs, dressing gown and wellies as he does whenever it's his turn on the rota and even when it's not.


We absolutely won't mention that he went out to the garden as usual in his pjs and wellies on Sunday morning when Grandma was looking after him and the first she knew of it was when she heard a faint knocking noise. While Grandma was in the land of nod, Bro4 had got up, dutifully gone out to check on his ducks but being only 3 years old hadn't lifted the latch on the door so was locked out. Grandma got up to investigate the knocking noise to find a shivery Bro4 looking forlornly in the kitchen window. Quite how my brother, sister & I survived our childhood remains a mystery...