It’s official.
She can PLAY.
And she can HAVE A GOOD TIME.
And as she takes after me (and in fairness, the Boy too, on this front) it’s not exactly tough to read her feelings…
I know they’re dens of sin, hives of bacteria and source of many a visit to A&E but, blimey, do they just knacker her out or what????
I have never been so grateful for padded scaffolding in out-of-town industrial estates…
1 comment:
From these pictures I'm not convinced the Boy had any hand in her creation at all. She is your mini-me.
And have you tried swimming? Aquababies used to completely fell the Minx.
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