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?
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this is my first on-line diary which Dad helped me set up when I was 8 months old
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