On Thursday I spent the day meeting my god brother. He is over visiting fromSwitzerland. Apparently it snows a lot there (when I went it was really hot).
He is still really little – a few months old. I am told that we’ll have something even smaller at our house in a few weeks time.
I was very good and shook his hand and gave him some toys to play with – all good practice!
It was nice to see my godmother too. She spent lots of time playing with me – cars. My current favourite.
We also went for a walk and saw a tractor. Tractors are a big favourite too – particularly since I got a singing John Deere for Christmas.
Hopefully we’ll see them all again soon.
Happy belated New Year!!!
I spent the end of 2015 and the start of ’16 at my grandparents. On New Year’s Day we went for a ‘walk’ at Stowe. As well as the school it’s an enormous estate complete with sunken gardens, lakes and loads of monuments.
It is so big that we hired a buggy due to the big M having a baby in her tummy. It was well fun! I got to drive a little bit (shhhh don’t tell the national trust man). It meant that we got to see a large chunk of the gardens and be home in time for lunch!
One of the first guide books said that when on one’s holidays it is imperative to mix one’s down time with cultural pursuits. Consequently, we went for lunch in Eivissa, the main town in Ibiza.
After a spectacular lunch of beef carpaccio, salmon tartare and prawns in garlic oil we ventured up hill into the old town, Dalt Villa; to enjoy the view: the perfect blend of relaxing and sightseeing!
In Hong Kong the locals had the proclivity to take my photo – in Ibiza instead of a preoccupation with portraiture it seems there is an obsession with biscuit feeding.
Yesterday I was given an inordinate number of biscuits to munch on throughout the day.
At breakfast time I shared some digestives with Sampson and Fe-Fe, then for 11sies gran-gran gave me her biscuit that came with her coffee, as did the big d. After lunch we met two ladies sitting on a bench and they gave me a couple of their special biscuits.
Then walking home on the beach we met a Spanish lady with her two children. I spent some time playing with the younger boy and his mum let me have one of his biscuits.
Once at home I raided the biscuit tin and managed to steal a couple before anyone noticed!
It was ok though as I still ate all of my supper.
Back to Ibiza and put back to work… Just like last visit
This time I fixed Gran-Gran’s sink. Job one was to unblock it and job two rehang the cupboard door. Now to get on with relaxing and having a good time!
The journey home could have been a nightmare, but ended up ok. We had to get up really early and missed breakfast, which was sad as I was looking forward to my customary croissant and cheese. We caught a taxi to the airport and watched the sunrise over Hong Kong.
The first flight was busy being a commuter flight to Beijing but we were seated in the bulkhead row so had enough space.
Once at Beijing we had a small issue in that my pushchair failed to arrive. We waited for AGES. It was ironic as we didn’t use it the entire trip. Eventually we gave up as we had our connection to make. There was a slight misunderstanding between us and the official airport lady at the gate who thought we were on an earlier flight than we were so we managed to be fast tracked through the airport on false pretenses bypassing massive queues… Ssshhh don’t tell anyone! I then spent a happy hour at the play area (the same one as the week before) before boarding our next plane.
The big M was not amused as they did not give us the bulkhead seats nor did they give me my own seat so the three of us were hemmed into two seats next to other people (poor them!). However, after a lot of huffing and puffing and sweet talking to the man next to her she managed to procure us our own row. This was perfect as unlike on the bulkhead aisle we were able to lift the arm rests and I could stretch out and sleep, which is exactly what I did for a few hours.
After 11 hours we arrived at Heathrow and again the pushchair was conspicuously missing at the gate. A very unhelpful woman was exceedingly unhelpful about what to do but a nice man (coincidentally the guy that checked us in the week before) helped and we eventually tracked the pushchair to the hold. So all was fine.
We then jumped in the car (which was luckily still where we left it) zoomed home and I was back in my own bed fast asleep by 9pm. Travelling. Simples!