Here I was sitting in my round tin bath taking in the view. mud every-where about me. There’s not much water to cover my nakedness but then I am only two, so perhaps I can get away with it. Who’s that looking at me, must you join me young fellow, there’s not much room in here for two. Don’t fill my bath with that yellow water please. O  well if you must, at least the waters warmer now, if a little coloured. Soap, yes if you want it. It’s a fine day for being out in the garden don’t you think.

I have a printed copy of this