Wow, what a kick start we had this morning - in more ways than one!
Bea woke with a jolt at about 5.30am and started wailing for her wellies, clouting me over the head and thrashing her legs about! I told her to go downstairs and put her wellies on, which she tried to do, however, they were locked in the porch. This lead to screams the Exorcist would envy, and also woke up Mark, (that takes a lot).
Once she'd managed to stick her wellies on on top of her fluffy sleep suit she was happy.
She climbed back into bed with me, snotty, dribbly and a bit sweaty from all of the crying and proceeded to stick her freezing cold wellies in my back.
One happy, welly clad girl, snuggly in bed without a care in the world.
She's now downstairs having her second breakfast - egg and toast, wearing her wellies and looking mighty dapper...
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