Dugongs

In the Aquarium yesterday watching some damnable dugongs.

I was idly stroking the head of my eldest daughter who was staring in wonderment at those mental looking beasts. I was about to lean down and drop a paternalistic kiss onto her forehead when, to my abject horror, I noticed that, in the words of young Michael Jackson, "The kid is not my son".

I don't have a son. I only have daughters. So quite why this boy would happily be accepting head strokes from a complete stranger is a question as strange and unfathomable as these lumbering sea cows.

With that I moved over towards some seahorses and hid in a crowd of Japanese tourists.