I'm ill.
Poor me.
Mum and Dad were so kind to take me to a 4 star hotel for a few days of luxury, it wasn't MY fault that I puked all over the large luxurious bed and feather duvet, and then later on all over the lovely carpet......
So we came home early luckily because believe you me the diarrhoea would NOT have gone down well in the spa pool.....
Feel a bit better today after 2 nights spent on the sofa with Mum - she was really MEAN and didn't let me have any milk until today and I've not eaten for 3 days. But they say it's for my own good and parents always know best don't they?
Friday, February 18, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Reading with Mam
Mam read me a story when I last went to Bristol, it was about a star that twinkled in the sky.
Auntie Scoob said this would taste good...
Auntie Scoob told me that she used to do this kind of thing. It's called a Chickaboo or something like that.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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