One of the best things about being a dad - about being Zoë's dad at least - is the pleasure she gets when you understand what she wants and then do it.
Nino had gone out, her mood very low, and Zoë was watching 'cbeebies' the BBCs childrens channel on TV. We'd finished watching 'Big cook, Little cook' and then, between programs, some sheep came on. "BAAAAAA AAA" said Zoë and "BAAAAAAA" she continued to say after they'd gone until I realized and said "Shall we go and see the sheep?" She couldn't contain her excitement and I felt a glow of pleasure at the level on which we were connecting.
So off to see the sheep we went. It's not far to the footpath by the river where the sheep congregate in their field, waiting for people to feed them bread. They are so used to being fed that, as soon as we approached on the path, they were running across the field to the fence - their bleating almost sounding like "Breeeaaad". We didn't have anything for them but they didn't seem to mind, letting little Zo stroke their heads going "BAAAAAA" at them the whole time.
Then the ducks - and the geese - came waddling down to see what was going on and what was in it for them. Zoë decided that this was the time for her duck impression "Oh Oh Oh Oh" she went at the top of her voice - not great I know, but it's the closest she can get to "quack quack quack quack"
After leaving the sheep, ducks and geese behind I thought we'd have lunch at one of the three pubs in the village but it wasn't to be. All three do food in the evenings but not Sunday lunch it seemed! Macaroni cheese out of a tin it is then!
At least Manchester United are on TV at 4:00pm