I’ve got quite a reputation around Tesco’s now due to our regular Wednesday afternoon visit. I’ve got a substantial fan-club of silver haired checkout ladies!
Friday night Auntie Chris came to look after me all on her own, no Nanny to be seen. Having said that, Laura did show up a bit later on so it was a good job I’d saved a right old nappy full for her to enjoy.
Had a bit of a lazy one on Saturday as I was a bit under the weather with a snotty nose etc. We watched the Olympics on telly, what a weird load of activities they are. In the evening Nick, Carol and Andy came round for a low key game of cards. I got everyone’s name right except Carol’s, sorry Carol I’ll make sure I practice for next time.
In line with the way Mum and Dad seem to operate, on Sunday, because it was raining they decided we’d go out.

We went to Didcot Railway centre and rode on a steam train. It was proper smart, I didn’t think these things were even real, just something in my Thomas books. They were massive and noisy, hissing and puffing all over the place.

It was a pretty short ride but long enough for me. After we got off we had a wander around the engine sheds, with Mum’s background she’d seen it all before but Dad seemed to quite like it. After that we rushed back to Auntie Chris’ for Sunday dinner, at tea time. I decided not to eat any of her lovely roast dinner because i’m an attention seeking little monkey and a born show off. Sorry Chris don’t take it personally, I’m sure your dinner was lovely. Again I couldn’t quite get the name thing down, sorry Ian….Just for a change I thought I wouldn’t actually have a massive turnout in Laura’s presence, I’m sure she was relieved, I’ll double up next time! I also fell of one of the dining room chairs whilst supposedly under Chris’s supervision. I understand she’s taken a lot of stick over the matter, but I can assure you I’m quite okay now thanks.
Tuesday was a bleak day at nursery. All of my little gang of friends went up to the next room for a visiting day in preparation for them going up next month (they’re all older than me). I came home in a proper mood, I had to spend all morning with the young ‘uns and I’m far too sophisticated for their brand of enjoyment.
We had a surprise visit from Aunty Trish this afternoon, all the way from the bright lights of Amazingstoke. She certainly cheered me up, she had a soft furry handbag that was just like the cat, re-assuringly there were chocolate buttons inside it.
On nursery matters, here’s some of my art work for you all to marvel over:


Not bad, apparently they pay Dad to put out pictures of this sort of quality, fools. I’d do it for a bag of Buttons and unlimited C Beebies.
Here’s a shot of me having my bedtime story with mum:

It’s the Gruffalo. I always get her to start the story, get about three quarters of the way in and then flick over the last few pages and wander off. It’s driving her mad that she can’t finish it of….ha ha ha ha!


























