It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us. . . . . OK, I expect most of you didn't expect a ducks blog to open like that.Perhaps you thought it would be more like this.
"But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines."
That actually sounds more like a goose called Judy, more on her later.
It is hour one on the Ruddy Pond, well not actually on the pond as that's freakin' cold, wet and windy. I managed to waddle back with the beans, give them my cute waggely bum wiggle and before you know it I'm in the kitchen, which as you know, is where I belong, toasty warm.
This bunch seem a bit of a pushover.
