
As you can see, I was a load of help with the packing.
They woke me up in the middle of the night, and the living room was full of people. We got in the car and drove to the airport. By the time we got there, it was daylight. I had to use my passport for the first time, the picture in it is terrible.....

On my way to the aeroplane, pretty exciting.....
Here I am in the air! I was a good boy, especially when I sat on Andy's lap and could look out of the window. Thanks Andy. The take off and ear popping didn't bother me in the least.
A long 2 hours and forty minutes saw us land at Faro airport.
We picked up a hire car and dad drove on the wrong side of the road all the way to the villa! Pretty dangerous I thought, but there you go, we escaped unscathed.

On one of our first outings, we managed to gatecrash the local hockey clubs presentation barbecue or something, we had chicken, chips, various other 'meats' and some rather lovely chocolate mouse...


One of the main purposes of the holiday was apparently to play some golf, Dad (and indeed mum) only played 'minigolf' here at a mock Roman course and avoided the more lenghty full size version.


We had leisurley breakfast on the patio every morning which made a change from having rice krispies and toast shoved down my throat.


In the second installment of 'Neds occasional bad habits' I can be seen here taking advantage of duty free snouts!

Anyway, back home now and up a room at nursery! All the kids in this room are between 1 and 2, so i'm one of the youngest again, but that doesn't bother me. I have to have a bag to hang on my own peg now, but because of the poor organisation on the parents part, I had to take a carrier bag! The shame of it! At least it was from a nice surf shop in Cornwall I suppose and not Tesco. They have promised me something a bit special for my gear next week, so fingers crossed.


















