I had my 2 year review today with the health visitor and you’ll be pleased to know I passed with flying colours. Although shy to begin with I warmed up and dazzled her with my number, alphabet and building skills. Apparently I am ‘exceptional’ at all three.
I am now 13.9 kilos which puts me between the 75th and 91st percentiles and I am 94cm tall which means that if there were 100 people lining up I would be the 98th tallest!!!
Another weekend, another castle! Luckily I’m rather partial to a ruin (it’s the archaeologist in my genes). Today we went to Old Wardour Castle nr Tisbury.
This is the only hexagonal castle in the UK – although a popular design on the continent. It was destroyed during the civil war. However, a number of staircases still exist and you can climb up to the fourth floor.
It was the castle used as the Locksley household in Hollywood blockbuster Robin Hood Prince of Thieves
There was also a grotto very similar to the one at Stourhead. I liked the grotto, but it was too cold to hang around. I think we’ll come back in the summer for a picnic.
…my new baby brother, who I’ll meet properly in approximately 20 weeks and 1 day. He clearly gets the thumbs up from me…
Today marked a significant milestone – I swam, well floated, unaided for the first time. Four times in all. A little unsure about it, but I think I’ll get more confident over the next week and a half. Sadly I didn’t get a photo. But here’s a good one with me with my foot in my mouth.
It’s been an eventful day already and we’re only half way through.
I got up nice and early so I could wish the big D a happy Father’s Day. I made him a card at nursery and a cast of my foot (I did they last year too). This year though I moved so it’s more of a splodge than a foot. Better Luck next year!
Then because we were up we decided to do to the West Bay car boot as the big m and D need some outdoor chairs. We didn’t find any though. Next up was church (which we were really late for as lee thought it started later than it did) and then home for a spot of gardening. The big M found a snake. (Don’t tell Ibiza granny – she’ll never step foot here again!). That’s the end of the big M’s gardening career. After a lot of googling (sometimes a bad thing as initially we identified it as an eastern brown snake, which is really dangerous) and discussion we caught it in a saucepan and relocated far away from the garden. Although as it was a baby grass snake, the big m has subsequently discovered that it might be just one of up to 40 in its litter. And it’s mother could be as long as 2 metres. She’s now not very happy.
Never a dull moment!
Last night the kitchen was invaded by a little visitor – a mouse that had a nibble through my change bag.
Luckily this morning I learnt how to play the swanny whistle so I can pied piper the mouse away
I’ve come to the conclusion that making friends is detrimental to your health. Every time I get together with some chums I get sick. So that’s it I’ve decided to become a hermit.
Feeling very sorry for myself today. Have got a raging fever, sore throat and chesty cough. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow.