Today, after going to the Riccarton Market and NOT buying the pile of Dr Who magazines (too old apparently - the mags not me!!) and I guess with Jon Pertwee on t'front cover one would have to agree they would be mature editions for sure)...my older daughter and I went for a wander to the end of our road to see if we could find some ducklings. The above photo is of part of the Avon River which runs through most of Christchurch. It is rather picturesque...only because I was fussy and didn't take shots where you can see the odd beer bottle, chip packets and plastic supermarket bags floating past!

And then.........

we struck pay dirt! Mother Duck with 10 babes in feathers. We are truly lucky to live this close to a river in such a nice city. A lot of grandparents out today with wee kids, throwing so much bread at the ducks that I'm sure they'll not want to eat for a month! Oh, and we also saw 2 schools of whitebait heading towards someone's net as well. (Altho' having just witnessed the original source of duck poo my daughter may well not be so keen to sample stuff from the water....)

I can almost forget being woken up at midnight last night by 4 drunken hoons, shrieking "F*ck!" at the top of their lungs and kicking the lampposts and screaming again. Sigh.

And to cap it all off, we are in the middle of re-doing our pool. We have drained it, cleaned it, fixed the leaks, snadblasted it and are now waiting ofr the two girls to decide what colour they want it painted...so today me and the gals played handball in the drained pool. It was alot of fun, the ball didn't wander off and we got to spend some more time doing crazy stuff. Great day!