The first time we took the boys here they were very young. About 5/6/7 years old.

In those days you could buy a small tub of birdseed for pennies and feed the pigeons.

Uuuuuurm. We might’ve spent a very long time there, bankrupting my purse as the kids made friends with just about every pigeon.

That is all #banned now }:o(

Anyways. My b-i-l is called Brian. And he is the ONLY person in my life right now who can do maths and recognised my desktop image as the Turin Shroud (?)

When I asked him how many years were between 1152 and 1185 he said 33!

Dangerous. Brian. Sorry.