Mum keeps doing this really annoying thing to my finger and toe nails every week. It is seriously upsetting. The more I pull my hands and feet away, the more she tightens her grip on me. I just don't like it.
This morning daddy made breakfast. Usually mummy gives me yogurt or porridge or krispies. But daddy gave me a fried egg, a potato scone, beans, bacon, 5 sausages and mushrooms. Bloody hell - this is what I call breakfast! Bring it on! I was still sitting at the table munching on scone long after all the others had left. Yummy!
Daddy sat me on this truck and pulled this string and it made me move along. It was good fun so I got back in and pulled it myself but for some strange reason it didn't move when I pulled it. That's weird.
I'm sick - or so mummy and daddy tell me - I've never been sick before. First I had a cold and then my breathing got bad and the doctor tells me I have a chest infection. On Tuesday and Wednesday I couldn't even be bothered crawling or eating but yesterday I crawled and smiled a bit so I think everyone is less worried now.