After a little while though, I got more used to it.
We landed in a place where everyone was speaking that language mummy speaks to Pudge and I when we are alone in the mornings.
It was raining quite a lot :-(
We went on a bus and by the time we got to the city it had stopped.
We went to a place where they sold very big ice creams. We saw this nice tower (and a nice man gave me a little silver copy of it just because I was looking cute in the park).
Then we saw some pretty white churches. Mum said she doesn't understand why they have to use such nice buildings for religious purposes! I think she'd like Notre Dame better if they made it a curry restaurant like the church in Glasgow!
I got to taste onion soup and baguette and all the waiters loved me so so much they gave me free biscuits and hugged me.
There was even a wee girl on the metro train who said to her mum a few times Je peux donner un p'tit bisou au bébé? - when her mum ignored her pleas she jumped on me from nowhere and smothered me with kisses... I guess I must be the bébé in question!
It is just a shame the guys were in a different part of France - I think we'd have had fun there together.
Today Granny and Mummy took me to ASDA and on the way home we stoppedat the doctor's. At first I thought it was a party because there were lots of babies there all in the corridor. One by one they went into a room with 2 nice ladies. Once the door shut, there was silence then screaming. When I went in mum pulled up my dress each of the ladies stabbed me in the leg with a needle. I felt very surprised mum had let them stab me twice so I looked at them indignantly. Then the first woman stabbed me a third time. Enough, I thought, so I screamed once and she stopped.
Mummy and Daddy then went away. I was sure they'd be back in a minute but they didn't come back, so I played with Gordy. He kissed me a lot. Then Amanda came and we had a conversation.
I was getting hungry and couldn't see any milk on the horizon but Granny gave me juice and a chip and some bread and some babyfood, so that was ok. Then, next time I ask for milk, they gave me a yogurt and some funny milk in a cup. It was ok so I played and slept some more. Then it got dark and my mummy's milk still wasn't back - I decided I ought to tell them this was unacceptable. Soon mummy came through the door - Pumpa was holding me and I showed them by making my mouth very square, that that wasn't to happen again. After 10 minutes milk, all was well again and daddy let me play with the funny pink rope while mummy let me play with her shoe.