Cold, blustery day

When the rich of Chelsea's King's Road wished they hadn't given their chauffeurs the day off.

And us mere mortals had to make do with an anorak.

Sam lost his glove, refused to put his arm under his blanket, and spent the afternoon holding his hand aloft, saying "Mmmmmuuuuummm! Brrrrr!". Love him.



PS Try it big.