So. Grandma doesn't like birds. Everybody knows that. Birds like bread. Everybody knows that too. Today, we were having a nice and peaceful ice cream moment and all of a sudden, for some unknown reason, my dear (?!) friend Benjamaan thought it was a good idea to set up a line of breadcrumbs leading up to Grandma. Why? Why would someone be so mean?! Young Italian liked Benjamaan's idea and there we were, surrounded by breadcrumbs and birds. Paul and Paul and Paul and even two or three more Pauls were basically attacking me and one Paul actually ate from Benjamaan's hand. How disgusting is that?! Boys, Grandma has you on her minus list at the moment. No banoffee pie for you.