Brilliant. I was sitting in the shade on the Thames bank taking a short break from work during the football match (perhaps you remember that I like watching soccer, but not when I've got any strings attached), and when I was sitting there, a mother Duck appeared with her two children swimming in the river, and as I wasn't moving, they just didn't bother. She instructed her offspring to get out of the water, wash themselves thoroughly (and she repeated THOROUGHLY) and then they sat next to each other and dozed away for a while, and mummy stood guard, a job which she took very, very seriously. It took Bobby the blacknosed yapper to get them into action again. And that went very quickly. After that, they left. And Holland won the match.