Thursday afternoon we got all creative and Dad and I made a racing car:
It was pretty good I suppose, but I was quite disappointed when I couldn’t actually drive it around the house.
I thought it was okay, but the steering wheel was an unnecessary luxury and promptly pulled it off.
Friday Mum broke the washing machine, so I had to go shopping with her to get another one.
And in the afternoon Dad and I fitted it…..he loved my helpful advice, especially when he skinned his knuckles. It didn’t matter though because Auntie Christine came round for a flying visit as well.
So then it was Saturday and we went to the races. We met up with Andy who had John and Sarah with him. As soon as we got in John decided he wanted to go to the bar, I don’t know what they teach them down in the west country. When we got there, there was loads of us!
Mum and Dad had a few winners but none of my selections came in. Never mind, I was allowed an ice cream anyway.
An ice cream? I had a carton of milk warmed up under Dad’s armpit!
We had a brilliant game of jumping off the picnic bench with Max, Fen, Yanna, John and Sarah:
But uncle Al was a real star, running around and around and around with us.
Leo performed in a way to make his Dad proud, chatting up the girls with a drink in his hand:
Oh yes, if anyone could tell me what sort of animal Carrie-Anne’s blue fluffy boots were made of I’d love to see one!
In the evening Auntie Christine came round to look after us at long last! Laura and James also turned up and we had a lovely time while Mum and Dad went out to the pub.
I decided to cry as well, as a test for them. They passed with flying colours!
Sunday was Dad’s birthday. Mum hadn’t told me what we’d got him as she knew I’d blab it out so Sunday morning, early o’clock I was trying to force presents into his hands. I had also made him a lovely card all on my own. His presents were rubbish of course, no toys! We took him to McDonalds for breakfast and we had sausage mcmuffins…lovely.
Slim and Tracey came round, I had a lovely cuddle with Tracey….
…and I played Tennis on the Wii with Slim.
Then it was lunchtime and cake!!!
Which I actually didn’t really like. He should have a chocolate one.
In the afternoon we went round to Chris and Katies for Jase’s music quiz. They all seemed to like it but us kids thought it was rubbish. Abi, Kimi and I all decided to have a really good loud cry to cause as much disruption as possible.
I didn’t want to get involved with them, so decided to go to sleep instead.
For once, Dad wasn’t on the winning side, not sure he liked that too much…but I’m sure he’ll get over it.
On Monday I got my invite to Jude’s birthday party in December, how exciting is that, I love a good party.
Grandad and Anne came round on Monday afternoon so it was nice to see them, even if they did bring Dad another non-toy present. Grown up birthdays are rubbish.
Okay then in general news this week, I have been quite poorly with a stinking cold but I’ve tried to stay happy. I’ve started laughing properly now rather than just a gurgle, especially when mum gives me a good old tickle., and finally I’ve really started to eye up everyone’s real food when they’re eating. It looks lovely, so much more varied than milk, milk, milk and more milk.
I’ve have been pretty much sleeping most of the time….see you next week if I can stay awake long enough!
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