Muddy Trousers

Muddy Trousers!

 

Not baggy trousers, but muddy trousers!

 

On Saturday, we attempted to walk across from McDonalds to Pets at Home, because 6-year-old insisted we go into the pet shop as to him that’s as good as going to a children’s farm attraction!  This (usually 5-minute walk) is a dice with death, walking down a muddy, wet, grassy bank (because there’s no path or proper road crossing), in 50mph gale force wind and rain!

 

6-year-old is holding my hand but as per all 6-year-olds, he does not walk normally!  So, he slips on the muddy, wet, grassy bank, and of course takes me with him!

 

We both do as all humans do, jump back up and try not to make eye contact with any of the people driving in and out of McDonalds!  I give 6-year-old a look from hell followed by reading him the right act on why you must walk normally!  And breathe a sigh of relief that 9-year-old does not have her own phone yet!

 

Trip to Pets at Home abandoned, in favour of going back home to change both mine and his jeans, trainers and coats.

 

We did eventually go back out in clean attire, but we did not go to Pets at Home!

 

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