Updated: Aug 1
I must be around 2 as I am being put in a push chair in the porch. I can see it raining through the glass. I have on a hateful, hateful raincoat. One of the thick, shiny kinds with the rubbery surface. I am too hot and I hate how it feels. I know I am 'having a tantrum' and I am being told off. I am fighting being put in the pushchair because the raincover is being put on. I hate the raincover and I hate the raincoat. I am furious.