Return of the SS Ibiza

Yay – summertime again meaning I’ve got the SS Ibiza out. I have the added addition this year of a few ducks and some saucepans. Has kept me busy for hours.

I also helped the big M wash down the garden furniture for Gran Gran’s birthday party tomorrow. She kept squirting me with something called a hose and I got really, really wet. I loved it!!!

Crocodile rock 

It’s a balmy 25 degrees in Ibiza so I’ve cracked open my summer wardrobe including a new pair of crocs.

These are my absolute new favourite shoes. I haven’t taken them off. Nor do I allow any one else to remove them. It’s soon bath time and I  considering wearing them for that too given that they’re waterproof!

Gutted – eviscerado

Aquí estoy de vuelta en Ibiza . Hoy fuimos a almorzar por el puerto pesquero y conocí a un pescador. Él me llevó a bordo de su barco y me enseñó a destripar un pescado. una habilidad muy útil.

For those of you that aren’t bilingual like me (my granny bought me a Dora The Explorer book that helps me translate English into espanol) the above  says:

“Here I am back in Ibiza. Today we went for lunch down by the fishing harbour and I met a fisherman. He took me on board his boat and taught me how to gut a fish. A very useful life skill.”

As usual the big M didn’t have her camera to hand for such an important life event – and all the ones on the Internet are a bit gruesome. 

Va va vroom

Speedy Gonzalez is now my name as I have a new wheels. The big M and D have invested in a Maclaren pushchair for me. It’s much smaller than my previous one and much lighter. It’s really comfy though and I love it.

We had a slight prang on the test drive. However, I came out the other side unscathed.

First stop Maclaren pushchair. Next stop F1!


Oh no! My two favourite words (well, my only words) came in use today. I’m in a bit of trouble. I raided the Big M’s bedside drawer and stole her bottle of newly-opened, Christmas-present perfume and poured it all over the carpet. All of it. Not a single drop left. I shook it for good measure, just to be sure.

Frankly I can’t see what the fuss is all about, the Big M and D’s bedroom now smells beautiful. Albeit quite strongly beautiful. In fact you can actually detect the aroma from pretty much anywhere in the house. It’s been a gift in some ways as we’ve now discovered which windows open!

And given that I didn’t blog yesterday. I just wanted to say thank you to my best friend for coming to see me.

Camera shy

To take advantage of the beautiful weather, we took a jaunt to Lytes Cary Manor, just off the Podimore roundabout near our house. It was the first time we’ve been. It’s a gorgeous tudor house and with my new found walking skills I explored (in great detail) every bit.

We then went for a stroll in the garden. My favourite bit was the front garden which includes topary known as the  12 Apostles – 12 shaped hedges. I was hoping to have a picture taken walking amongst them… however, useless parentals left all photo taking devices at home.

So i’ve had to make do with this photo of me wearing the sticker I got. 


Oh well good excuse to go back!