[This review was collected as part of a promotion.] G'day mates, Mick Dundee here. I was taking a wander through the house and nearly tripped over this little white patch sitting on the timber floor. Now, I have slept on some rough terrain out in the bush, from sandy riverbanks to dried-up billabongs, so when I saw the little contraption, I had to figure out what it was meant for. The shiny tag says it is a Madison Park bath rug, meant to keep your boots from slipping when you step out of the watering hole. I reckon it is soft enough on the trotters, mostly cotton by the looks of it, with some fancy ridges round the edge to make it look flash for the city folks. But fair dinkum, it is a bit on the small side. You call that a rug? If a bloke tried to roll out a swag on this, his head and boots would be right in the dirt. It is whiter than a cockatoo's crest, which means the second a bit of red outback mud gets on it, you will be scrubbing for days. Still, if you just need a little spot to dry your feet after a scrub down in your fancy indoor plumbing, it does the trick alright. Even the little beast snoozing up in the top corner of the room does not seem bothered by it.
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