Mum and Dad seemed quite organised this time before holiday so we didn’t have the usual rushing around before we went. They even went out for a curry on Saturday night leaving me at home with Aunty Trish, Aunty Chris, Laura and James. We had a great time as always. Better than a curry I’ll bet!
On Sunday we went over to see Grandad and Anne. We went out for a walk in the lovely sunshine before we arrived at the pub for lunch. In the pub garden Grandad and I fed the goats some grass and some apples we picked from a nearby tree. I was even brave enough to feed the beasts with my own hands!
Holiday time!
Everything was packed and we were off. I had my very own Thomas bag on wheels packed with toys and books that I dragged around the airport tirelessly. I drew loads of admiring glances with my luggage that’s for sure, everyone loved it. The time at the airport passed really quickly and it wasn’t long before I took my window seat on the plane (unlucky Dad). I can’t remember much about my last time on a plane so it was new all over again and really exciting what with the speed and the noise. Some of the other kids were crying but not me, I loved it (after I made sure Mum and Dad were okay with it). We didn’t fly for long before we were landing again. This was almost as exciting as taking off.
Once we had gone through the airport and collected our bags we went and got a car from the carpark, this is where things all started getting a little weird. Mum got in the driving seat but didn’t have a steering wheel, Dad had it on the passenger side? After a few wrong turns we were soon at the campsite in Argeles Sur Mer (South of France), I wasted no time getting into the holiday spirit by heading out for some dinner:
Well a nice big ice-cream anyway. After that there was a game of pinball, after which we were all pretty much ready for bed so turned in for the night.
Tuesday morning we went to the Supermarket, a bit like Tesco, but with strange things in it. Not all that strange though, some of the cake looked lovely! I managed to get the lid off a salt pot and pretty much the entire contents of the said pot into Dad’s shoe….he loved that. After the shopping it was down to the pool! It was a great pool, a bit like the Coral Reef but outside. There were loads of slides that I let my two flunkies go down for my amusement (Dad almost broke his nose in an ill advised head first manoeuvre) before the rain came and the lifeguard chucked us out. The rain did lift for a bit in the afternoon and we went down the beach for a walk:
It was great, there were loads of older ladies for me to dazzle with a cheeky smile. We took refuge when the rain started again, Dad felt brave during a lull and decided to start up the barbecue. As soon as he went outside with his burgers and sausages the heavens opened again, the trouble was it didn’t really stop again!
The following day we did manage to sneak out to a little seaside village for an hour or so:
But it soon started raining again and we had to run for cover. As well as the rain, there was thunder, loud thunder. On the way home we went to a smart Café for tea. They had been teaching me ‘Bonjour’ and ‘Merci’ but I was a bit shy about using it. One of the lady cooks took a shine to me and was trying to coax a little French out of me. I played hard to get for long enough for her to try and win me over by giving me a proper Chef’s hat. I wouldn’t wear it but mum did. I expect Dad to have the thing glued to his head next time he has a barbecue or has anyone round for lunch.
Thursday we had a day out to a castle in Carcassone:
We kind of parked in the wrong place so had a bit of walk to get to it, but it wasn’t too bad. It was really impressive and looked like something out of one my books or on the telly.
It wasn’t long before it started raining though, and the walk back to the car gave us ample opportunity to get soaked again! On the way back we dropped in at the local bowling alley….it was broken, so no bowling. It was about this time I really got the hang of constantly asking ‘What doing’ or ‘What’s that’ They answered me at first but they got bored of it much quicker than I did.
On Friday we swapped the hire car over because Dad was worried the wheel was going to fall off. By the time that was sorted out most of the day had gone so we went to a prehistoric museum. It was rubbish. There were a few scary looking cavemen and a stuffed goat….not the dinosaur extravaganza I’d been hoping for! It rained as well. It did ease off long enough for us to venture out to the ice-cream parlour in the evening though.
Saturday we had a bit of a lie in before going to some shops in the rain. They didn’t have any clothes or shoes small enough for me which was obviously a bit rubbish. We went to the Café again for lunch and I ate almost an entire ‘Poulet Rosti’ before having a massive banana split that even I couldn’t finish. We tried another bowling alley in the afternoon but the miserable man wouldn’t let me play as he said I was too small! I got the proper hump about that. Mum thrashed Dad at bowling as is usual. We played Air Hockey afterwards (I was good at that) and then we had a drive on a racing game (I kept crashing into the barrier, think it had a dodgy wheel or something). The rain did actually stop long enough for us to have a barbecue and sit outside in the evening:
Then it was Sunday, our last day. Guess what? The sun came out! We quickly got down the swimming pool:
At least we got another go at it all. The only slide I decided was worthy of my attention was the really high scary looking one, it was great.
We then had to dash back and pack before we headed back to the airport for the trip home. There was an older boy called Josh sat in front of me on the plane. He was proper cool and even had his own DVD player to watch (He had Charlie and Lola on it too). He was pointing out things of interest for me as we came down for landing and we screamed and hollered for all we were worth as we touched down. It was even better fun than the way out.
So that was it, holiday all over and done with. Mum was really great all week and made sure I had lots to keep me entertained, seeing as she had Dad’s whingeing to contend with as well. I’m sure it doesn’t rain like this in Cornwall?
Mum was off work on Monday, so I didn’t go to nursery. We went to the park in the morning. I span Mum round so fast on the roundabout she was nearly sick!
Once Dad was home from work we went off to the pub for dinner (I had a sword fight with a big wooden spoon with the barman) and then it was onto the Beale Park:
They had a train! I was allowed to have a look around the engine shed and even ring the trains bell when we arrived back at the station. I had a deep and meaningful conversation with a snowy owl and saw some piggies, cows, goats and lemurs.
Best of all though was the playground:
Loads of little houses, slides, cars. trikes and a massive sandpit! I took some prizing away from there I can tell you!
So that brings us right up to date today when it was back to nursery. Amy was pleased to see me I think, but when she come up to say hello I did a swift sidestep, got on the trike she was on and took off across the yard…..treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen!
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