On the Mischief That was

 

That weekend while we were in Georgetown, we were actually cycling. Dad was of course utterly displeased while Mum and the kids were like monkeys. Sis tried to accommodate Dad and cycled slower while Mum was like "where are we going next?" Mum and dad must've been feeling young again that weekend. And the waiter at this shop where we stop by for drinks saw it clearly too.