Mummy’s been threatening Dougall and me with a bath and haircut for ages.
Saturday it happened.
It’s not so bad, really. I mean, I know I spend most of my time wondering whether I can jump out at the end where the little sea snake is. But really, getting all wet, then getting wrapped up and dried with a towel and cuddled on Mummy’s lap while being rubbed with a towel, and then being blown with warm air is all very enjoyable. Continue reading “Bath and a haircut”