"But I don't want to go on a boooring old walk mummy," whined Emily, our six-year-old, when I announced we were going down to the river for our Boxing Day stroll.
We had to move fast, the sun had popped it's head out and the sky was a beautiful shade of turquoise blue, a change from the grey skies we've had the last couple of days. If I blinked it could go cloudy again.
"I want to do SOMETHING," she said still dazed and drugged by the previous day's activities and still surrounded by a mountain of boxes and wrapping paper.
Er, maybe it was my approach. I tried again. "Who wants to feed the ducks their Boxing Day Dinner?!"




