Umbrella

Although we are meant to be in drought (so I am informed reliably by local buses, driving past me in the torrential rain), there does seem to be an awful lot of precipitation about.

True to form, this April truly has been a month of showers, and happily for the Wee Man, this has led to him being furnished with his latest obsession – his ‘brella’. A smaller version of the adult variety, easy for little hands to put up and down and adorned with pictures of George Pig and his trusty dinosaur, it is the Wee Man’s pride and joy.

Thanks to his Auntie Tooie, this weapon of mass destruction is crazily brandished at all opportunities, attacking unsuspecting passers by, prodding other small children in the head and causing great dismay for local dogs who seem to repeatedly end up being side swiped by its pronginess.

And clearly the Wee Man isn’t superstitious either – he’s quite happy to spend hours putting it up and down inside the house and out. Even whilst sitting in the pushchair with the hood up, he still insists on opening it up and squatting underneath it, making doubly sure that he is fully protected from the rain.

All I can say is, thank goodness it isn’t a golf umbrella…