Tuesdays were his least favorite day of the week.
A pond not unlike the one found in the St. James Park in London popped into existence somewhere within the community. It came complete with ducks, rushes, and a battered toy sailboat.
Moments later, a man in glasses, a brown jacket, and a green tartan scarf appeared beside it. He frowned slightly. The sailboat righted itself, gleaming with new varnish, and skipped peacefully over the water at a leisurely clip. "I suppose that's better," muttered Aziraphale.
He took out bread crusts and began to tear them up for the ducks.
Moments later, a man in glasses, a brown jacket, and a green tartan scarf appeared beside it. He frowned slightly. The sailboat righted itself, gleaming with new varnish, and skipped peacefully over the water at a leisurely clip. "I suppose that's better," muttered Aziraphale.
He took out bread crusts and began to tear them up for the ducks.