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Well, potty training hasn’t been going too well lately. I’ve been averaging three pairs of trousers and pants a day (sometimes even socks as well). Oh dear. The washing machine has been on pretty much constantly just trying to keep me in clean attire. I even had to borrow a pair of trousers from nursery last Wednesday. Dad had to change me in the car before we went into town to meet mum and Owen as they had ‘Pelican’ in massive letters down the legs (it’s the name of my nursery).
Friday afternoon the Emma, Dean, Max and Leo show were in town!

We went down to the park for a bit of a play before we decided drinks and cakes were in order. The kiosk in the park was shut, so we had to seek an alternative. I won’t go into great detail about where we ended up, but I think the grown ups were more than a little uncomfortable as they weren’t ‘local’ Still the cake was nice:

After we picked mum up from work we went to the doctors to get me some tasty medicine, apparently I might have a mild chest infection.
Saturday was Dad’s birthday. He’d been asking me all week what presents he was going to get, I told him he was getting cake and socks! I helped him open his cards and presents and then we went bowling. After the disappointment of not being allowed to play in France I was well up for it.

Check out my size 7 bowling shoes….sweet!
As I’m little I had a little help from the buffers either side of the lane and this lovely ramp to fire the ball down:

Which I used to devastating effect, as bourne out on the score sheet below:

103 scored on my first ever game, not bad (and I beat Mum!) My form tailed off a little in the second game but the ball was getting pretty heavy to lug about by then. I had a great time and really enjoyed it. If anyone fancies a 5p a pin game let me know…. Auntie Trish came round in the afternoon and helped us eat some of dad’s birthday cake as well as playing with my trains with me. In the evening Grandad and Anne came round to look after me while mum and dad went out for a curry, I gave them a rousing send off by shouting ‘BYE’ at them at the top of my lungs out of the cat flap.
Sunday morning we took Grandma out to feed the ducks and have a play in the park. I had a great time being driven around sat on Grandma’s lap in her wheelchair. We fed loads of ducks and swans (I had a few sneaky slices of bread myself). In the afternoon we were all pretty tired and lazed around, I was so sleepy I even forfeited tea in favour of an early night.
Monday and I was still pretty tired and grumpy, again I fell asleep and missed supper and a visit from Chard, sorry Chard, I hope mum and dad entertained you sufficiently.
Tuesday and I was back to my old self again. Just for a laugh, I decided I’d wet myself right in the middle of the pavement just outside nursery when dad came to pick me up. He had to carry me all the way back to the car at arms length, dripping as I went before being changed on the parcel shelf. I haven’t had to endure that for a while and I’ll be in no hurry to repeat it any time soon.
I made sure I didn’t miss out on tea tonight or the last remaining piece of dad’s birthday cake and a mighty haul of raspberries (still my favourite).