Thursday, 17 March 2011

When it rains, it pours.

Rain, rain go away.

Roman wants to go out and play.

So, a few things about the rain in Scotland:

It will soak through your rain jacket (unless you purchase something over the price of £65+.)

It will penetrate through to your very marrow; each rain drop falling from the sky as cold and as sharp as a miniature knife, slapping onto the surface of any exposed skin you dare to bare.

You might be surprised but it doesn't rain as half as much as people think it does. Okay, it rains a lot, but not as much as you'd think.

And so we have a rain cover for our buggy (stroller.) This is obviously an essential for us as we don't drive nor do we own a car. So it goes without saying that we need a reliable buggy and rain cover.

Roman has been delighting in kicking his rain cover which in turn has resulted in a massive rip down one of the sides .

I don't know if it's fixable, but I am off to hunt down a possible replacement before he kicks it any further and the whole things goes.

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