London

So the weather is still nice, good!
We had a barbecue last Wedneaday, as usual Auntie Chris and Nanny sniffed it out and turned up. I’ll only eat little sausages cooked on it and don’t fancy any of this burger malarkey at all.
I still prefer milk, and milk alone!
Friday afternoon we went to London to see Max, Leo, Emma and Dean. We had a barbecue Friday night when we got there which meant I got to stay up really late.
I always get to stay up quite late, and for the purpose of this weekend I decided to also do a lot of lying in. I thought it would be best seeing as Dad was on duty and these weekends usually end up quite boozy affairs.

The weather was lovely all weekend so we made the most of being outside, so much so, even Dad was tempted into a game of cricket:

We even found an abandoned trampoline to have a go on:

But in the end we had to have a little sit in the shade:

Dad made spaghetti for tea and even managed to finish the job off and sit down to eat it with us this time, rather than his trip to the naughty step and off for an early night….

I had a lovely cuddle with Max, and here’s this weeks close up:

I had a great time, sorry I got you into trouble Max.
I had quite a shock Monday afternoon when I awoke from my post nursery nap to find Mum and Dad gardening. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ve never seen them do it before ever since I’ve been born.
Tuesday I had the morning off from nursery in preparation for the main event…baking with Auntie Christine! We mad spiderman cakes, cookies, shaped biscuits and even ribena ice lollies. I had such a lovely afternoon, thanks. I’ll be back soon.
I spent the afternoon in Newbury town with Mum and Dad, it was rubbish so I slept through it.
Okay then that’s about all for now I think, except I have now come clean regarding the two mysterious scabs on my nose, I fell off one of the bikes at nursery. Dad was quite proud I think.
And I’ve had a horrible stinking cold, I think Dad gave it to me the horrible man. I’ve been snorting like a little piggy and sneezing like a good un. It hasn’t really upset me though. I even produced an enormous bogey for Mum, she loved it almost as much as she loved me getting up for a little snack at 4:30 am Monday morning when she was back on duty.