World Cup!

In case you hadn’t noticed by now, the world cup has started. It’s my first one! Dad has taught me to say ‘World Cup’ (which I think sounds much better with a long pause between the two words) and mum has taught me ‘Come on England’ So I was ready to watch the opening match with Dad on Friday afternoon and the next one with all the usual suspects later in the evening. I had the honour of picking the names/teams for the sweepstake and between me and mum we made sure dad got Brazil. I’ve heard they’re quite good but mum reckons they won’t win as she fancies Poland!
Saturday we went to Paul’s to watch the first England game and have a barbecue (I can say that now as well, although it sounds more like ‘barcoo’). He had a smart little wooden house at the bottom of the garden that reminded me of the one in Scarborough (although it was bit bigger) so I had an imaginary tea party with mum in it.
In the evening we went to Aunty Tracey’s 40th birthday party, a Barbecue in the garden. It was lovely and I had all my favourites on tap:



I’m lead to believe Trish’s knees are now better after last weekends crawling round the living the room marathon. They were telling me all about the man in the moon, I never knew such a thing existed. I spent a good portion of the night with the birthday girl herself and finally said her name properly…..although dad din’t seem to manage to get a picture of me with her, oops! I had great fun delving in the water butt drink coolers and got completely soaked. Hope you had a happy birthday Tracey!
So after a bit of a late night on Saturday I was awoken early doors on Sunday morning to be told we were off to the beach. Andy came to pick us up, I love going in the back of Andy’s car because I can see much more out of the window than Dad’s.

We set up camp, Chrissy had brought the biggest umbrella in the world and provided shade for the entire beach I think. I had a bit of a grumpy start but soon cheered up once dad took me to the café and we shared a lovely chilled Twix. We dug holes in the sand, ate a picnic and eventually went for a swim. Anday was first in, followed by Dad and then Owen. Chrissy didn’t seem to fancy it much as initial paddling had revealed the water to be freezing cold. Owen however gave him some rather ‘gentle persuasion’ and he also took the plunge. I had my wetsuit on already and was desperate to get out there with them, so Dad came back in and picked me up before going back out into the little waves with me. I didn’t feel the cold like the other woopsies and really enjoyed it.

Here I am doing some digging with mum, notice the responsible parenting on display as I’m in the shade, sometimes they almost seem competent.

Eventually we gave in and had a nice kip in the beach tent before packing up and going home. I must thank Chris and Katie for letting me ruin their picnic and letting me scrounge most of their food off them, I think they’ve realised opening Raspberries around me (or crisps) is probably best avoided.