It's raining, it's pouring, the old man's...

Well, I wish someone was snoring, preferably me. What do you do with a two year old and a small baby when it's pissing with rain outside and you don't have a car? If you're me, the need to get out of the house at least twice a day means that you go out anyway.

Picture the scene. Me - wellies (green of course), kagool, hat, hood up. Not sexy. O - wellies (not green), all in one waterproof suit, hat, hood up. Quite sexy. F - all in one suit, blanket, buggy with rain cover.

Out we go. O enjoys the puddles. We need to drop a registration form for F off at the surgery which is about quarter of a mile away, if that. AN HOUR LATER we get home!! I should know better by now. O decided to have a paddy on the pavement of a main road in full view of stationary cars at traffic lights. I picked him up - his wellies covered me in mud. He's incoherent and I have to carry him home whilst pushing the buggy.

Was it worth it all for the sake of getting out for a bit? Oh yes...