Thursday with no car meant no nursery for me, so I did my best to drive mum to distraction all morning. We played dominoes and all went well while I was winning but things took a turn for the worse when mum won and I ended up getting sent to bed. Nanny and Auntie Chris appeared at tea-time (I think they can sniff it out) so I showed them what a good boy I am by eating all my food up.
I decided I’d actually be awake for a bit and gave Nanny a little smile, she liked that!
So Friday then, holiday time. Dad disappeared off out and returned with a big shiny blue car, it was apparently a hire car (which meant he wouldn’t have to spend hours cleaning up our sandy footprints from it when we got home). I helped him pack all our stuff into it, it had a much bigger boot than our old car so we could get the really important things in with ease (bikes, skateboards, buckets, spades and kites). Rach, Ben and Kimi came round and we set off for Cornwall!
I’d never been to Cornwall before, so I didn’t know what to expect at all, Ned seemed to be pretty excited by it though. We stopped at Exeter services and Dad did his usual ‘public’ feed, this time accompanied by Ben giving Kimi his dinner too, we drew quite a few glances!
We were soon at the caravan and ready for bed!
Next day and the sun was out and we hit the beach:
‘My’ Andy turned up later in the day, so that was me happy. In the evening we had a barbecue, here I am with the correct and cornwall approved set up:
And here’s Kimi and I taking refuge from the choking smoke their singed meat was producing, we had milk instead:
Sunday was sunny again, so it was more beach action.
Then John, Sarah, Amy and Mark turned up, we had great fun playing football on the sand and collecting winkles from the rockpools.
I decided I would be John’s shadow, he’s pretty cool and knows loads of stuff about dinosaurs and animals:
We raced our bikes up and down the road, I loved it.
In the evening I had my first outing to something called a pub:
Dad reckons his pink face is because of the reflection from my outfit!
Since the smoking ban has now been introduced we even hung around to have a game of pool (Dad was rubbish, but I did love seeing the balls go into the pockets and collect under the table).
We got out and about a bit, here we are at Fistral beach:
Of course, no trip to Cornwall would be complete without Mum’s pilgrimage to Polzeath:
We had a lovely picnic and an even nicer ice-cream, but dad moaned it was too busy.
The biggest thing of the week for me was that Dad let me drive the car, sat on his lap around the camp site, how smart is that? I didn’t even hit any other caravans.
Slim and Trace came over for a visit, ace!
Dad, Ellis and I found a pirates cave:
Turned out there was a big scary monster in it!
We took them to Constantine beach, Dad and Andy had a surf and I played in the sand with Slim:
And then I joined another group of kids to go sand surfing. It was brilliant fun.
It was actually a lot steeper than this picture makes it look and we were really zooming on the board, looks loads better than taking them in the sea.
Our last day on Friday was pretty wet, but I managed to get Dad and Andy to get down the beach to try and catch me a crab (the holy grail of rock-pooling). Andy tried to fob me off with a dead one but soon redeemed himself with a living one. Once it was captive in my bucket I decided I didn't like the look of it one little bit and made them put it back sharpish! It was good to see John and Sarah in the afternoon again. We watched ‘A night in the museum’ DVD, it was brilliant, all the animals and people in the museum came to life at night. John had broken his wrist and had a big blue plaster on it. It was really hard and looked very heavy, hope it gets better soon John! Once the film was finished, we said our goodbyes and headed off for home, until next time.
I enjoyed my first holiday, and fitted right in by doing lots and lots of lazing around and sleeping.
So back home and still no car of our own. We went out Saturday looking for a new one, how boring. We were out all day long and still didn’t get one, how difficult can it be? Still we did end up in Pizza Hut…Ice cream factory!
Sunday we went to Laura and James’ engagement party/gathering/drinks. I decided to wear my yellow star shaped glasses, everyone said I looked like Elton John, who ever he is?
I ran Uncle Den and Owen ragged racing them up and down the garden and then cleared off with James’ sister to see their new kittens, all finished off with crisps and Laura’s home made cakes, does it get any better than that? I made sure I told everyone we ‘only had a hire car’ to see if I could generate some pity.
I had a lovely cuddle with Auntie Gail and honoured everyone by actually waking up for a little while while Nanny had a fuss over me.
So Monday then, off to look at more cars, still nothing they like and the hire car went back….oh dear.
Mum has been taking Ned to nursery in the morning perched on the edge of my pushchair, I think I’m pretty good to let him use it all with smelly old bum. Dad had to pick him up on the bike and they both got soaked, ha! At least my buggy has a rain cover. In the afternoon we had a family outing on foot to the doctors as it was Mum and My six week check up. Everything seems to be working as it should and we’re both just fine by all accounts. I’ve also started gurgling occasionally when I see something I like (or indeed when I see something I don’t).
And I’m really into colouring at the moment, oh and beating dad playing pairs, he has the memory of a goldfish!
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