I’m livin’ in a box. I’m livin’ in a carboard box. (that gives my age away)
The sun shone and the wind cut right through you but it did nothing to ruin his enjoyment of playing out in the woods. We also gave his new wellies a thorough road test – splashing in the river water, climbing up the banks, walking through the mud and jumping in EVERY puddle – and thankfully they passed with flying colours. Shame that the same could not be said for the jeans!