I want to break free

I spent a rather enthusiastic hour or so in my mud hole at the bottom of the garden this afternoon and came back in to the house covered from head to foot in thick mud (liberally covering the doors, floor and kitchen chairs for good measure). Mum seemed particularly delighted with the fact I had found a tub of stagnant water behind one of the greenhouses and tried to wash some of the mud off with it. For some reason I had to take a shower and help clean the floor! Mum went away to put a load of washing on and caught me doing my best Freddie Mercury impression on her return.