There is a photograph of me stashed away somewhere that was taken when I was about 6 years old and I am having the time of my life in the back garden at my grandma’s house, sat in her metal wheelbarrow.
Well, it seems that brand of fun transcends the generations, as this weekend my two would say the highlight of our day in the garden was having daddy wheel them around in the barrow that was filled with soil, leaves, grass and all manner of creepy crawlies.
That, and having nana soak them with the hose, of course.
I haven’t heard them laugh so loud and so hard in ages.
Who needs expensive toys and TV?