Picking up from where The Boy In Wellington Boots left off, this second part of the series, follows the further adventures of the author as he copes, and in some cases; doesn’t, with the challenges that adulthood have thrown up.
Farewell To Boots, creams off only the most memorable, humorous and at times, scarcely believable events to have come Frost’s way since ditching his wellies.
After a brief period of military service, the author is quickly disabused of the notion that prospective employers would be falling over an ex-soldier, who could fire an anti-aircraft missile, sweep up copious amounts of leaves from the roads of a German army camp, drink like a fish and paint anything that didn’t move.
A Belgian Mata Hari, Harry Secombe’s cake, an impromptu disguise to fool a vengeful husband, a Dutch prince and the young daughter of a famous actor; who volunteered to retrieve something a little different from a swimming pool, followed by a second bite of the military cherry, are just a sample of what happened next…
Farewell To Boots, creams off only the most memorable, humorous and at times, scarcely believable events to have come Frost’s way since ditching his wellies.
After a brief period of military service, the author is quickly disabused of the notion that prospective employers would be falling over an ex-soldier, who could fire an anti-aircraft missile, sweep up copious amounts of leaves from the roads of a German army camp, drink like a fish and paint anything that didn’t move.
A Belgian Mata Hari, Harry Secombe’s cake, an impromptu disguise to fool a vengeful husband, a Dutch prince and the young daughter of a famous actor; who volunteered to retrieve something a little different from a swimming pool, followed by a second bite of the military cherry, are just a sample of what happened next…
