On Wednesday morning I decided to have my pre-breakfast, breakfast as a picnic:
I arranged my muzzy cloth and sat down with my drink, my apple and a Tuc biscuit with C-Beebies on for entertainment, what a great way to start the day.
Thursday afternoon I helped Dad rake up all the fallen leaves in the garden. He raked them up into a big pile, and I made sure I did my best to spread them out again….
Friday…the beginning of ‘advent’ whatever that is:
Well, it seems to mean a big picture of Santa and his reindeer with little doors to open every day. Mum has made it quite clear that Santa won’t be happy with me if I open more than one door a day so I’d better tow the line on this one. I don’t want him upset. In the evening, Andy, Ben and Rach came to look after me so Mum and Dad could go out….winner! Mum had promised me a cookie when Andy came round, so as soon as he arrived he was marched into the kitchen! We had a great night and I had a nice kip cuddled up with Rach before I went to bed really late…..
….Which mum and dad were really pleased about when I had a monster lie-in on Saturday morning. After we’d had lunch we picked up Andy and left for Emma, Dean, Max and Leo’s place in that there fancy London! We played with radio controlled cars, scooters and bikes in the afternoon before dad held a bit of a disco in the kitchen while he was cooking:
No comments on the dress code please, and I’m not telling you what we were dancing to either! I think Dad enjoyed the cooking and dancing a bit too much and ended up ‘going to sleep’ a little bit earlier than we’d all anticipated…oh dear!
Sunday and Dad was looking a little ill, good job mum can hold it all together isn’t it? After what seemed like a few hours of organisation we headed off for 100 Aker Wood (where Winnie the Pooh lives). I got proper grumpy when we had to get out of the car and cried that I was cold (even though I had my lovely new coat on). I topped this off by falling face first into a muddy puddle and stepping into a stream that went way over the top of my welly boot. I was brought back from the brink just in time with the lure of a trip to the pub for lunch! Mum always looks out for me, she asked the waiter if he could knock me up a ham sandwich and chips…winner! We went back Max’s house in the afternoon, Max and I had a jumping onto the bean bag frenzy while they watched football on the telly. Max and I decided to join in with the football watching and my special chant of ‘Come on West Ham sandwich’ seemed to go down well (although not well enough as they still lost the game).
Then it was Monday, but instead of nursery, mum and dad were off work. We went out in the car to the shops, I thought we were going to Tesco’s so I was quite excited about getting some grapes. We were in the car for ages, and when I woke up in Guildford I was quite concerned as the where I’d be getting my grapes from? We went to the park and ride…BUS! We parked up and walked to the bus stop where a big green bus was waiting for us. Just as we got to the door, it drove off! Mum was not very happy at all and used a word I’d never heard her say before…..so I duly repeated it for her. It’s a bad word apparently, you best ask her what it was. We didn’t have to wait long for another bus and we were soon on the move. I love going on the bus and grinned all the way into town. Once mum had gone and complained to the bus company it was off to Pizza Hut. I ate loads of garlic bread and cheese, over half of my pizza and a big old bowl of ice cream…..dad’s leftovers are getting few and far between these days. Then it was on with the shopping. I got a lovely new pair of shoes and had to test them out by racing dad around the shop. Later on when dad had gone to the loo, mum and I hid in a rack of coats and scared him half to death when we jumped out on him when he came looking for us!
That brings us right up to date and a nice surprise visit from Laura this afternoon. We had a really good time racing our mini’s up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down the front room before cuddling up on her lap to watch a little bit of telly.
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