My Day of Days

I've been thinking back to my Day of Days and what a fabulous birthday party I had.

Mummu and I were the first to test the water

and I wasted no time in changing into my party swimmers.

I was overwhelmed by the amount of gifts

but luckily Layla was there to show me the ropes.

Chere Maman opted for a minimum effort construction cake

and tried to restrain me from pulling off the cake decorations.

Thanks to everyone for making my birthday such a happy one - we're still in recovery.

Egg on my face

Hank and I may share a hatmaker

but we part ways when it comes to favourite food.

Not a single egg on his plate!

And not a scrap on his face.

Some home truths

If you sit on a pushcar

you'll get pushed.

If you strike a pose you'll have your photo taken.

And if you poke a kangaroo in the ribs

he'll stand.

The manny's day of days

For the manny's day of days a couple of weeks ago I treated him to a splendid harbour cruise.

Personally, I'm a bit over the whole harbour thing, as you can tell by my hand gesture. But it did put a smile on the manny's face and that was the whole point of the exercise.
I refused to even peek at the Opera House despite chere maman's best efforts.


When we got home I daydreamed about the Lovely Layla.

And hit upon a cunning wooing strategy.

I mean who can resist strawberry tart?

BrisVegas

I've just had a great weekend in sunny BrisVegas.

Picking flowers with Annie

and playing petanque with Daddad.

I got to eat my fill of fish and chips

and as many blueberries as I could stomach.

By the end of the weekend Annie and I were colour co-ordinating our outfits.

No wonder I was grim-faced about leaving.

See you again soon!

And here is the harbour bridge

I've had ample opportunity to practise my host with the most routine lately, starting with my handsome cousins' visit to the Big Smoke.

I was happy to relinquish all my toys to Erik

and even welcomed the lads into my enormous bath. At least until Oskar accidentally touched me with his toe and I promptly had to get out.

Erik was a great guest, taking me for drives in the Castlebooks van,

keeping chere maman happy with Portugese tarts

and even taking me on the toy train that chere maman is always too stingy to pay for.


It seemed a small price to pay to act as a tour guide.


By the time Hank arrived

I'd perfected my and here is the harbour bridge pose.

It may look easy but it always takes it out of me.

Luckily Scarlett and Sophia were very low maintenance and just wanted to gaze at Nigella.

Being croc savvy

It's been bitingly cold and wet here in Undercliffe so the manny decided we should all be whisked away for a tropical holiday.

When I say "all" there was someone who couldn't join us but she really doesn't like flying.

The highlight of the holiday came somewhat early for me, what with the fine furnishings, free croissants,

and mesmerising views at the Qantas lounge.

The flight too was a breeze

so it was easy to slip straight into holiday mode.

Until the manny pointed out the many dangers of our destination.

And decided to follow in the footsteps of the late great Steve Irwin and teach his son to be croc savvy.

I hastily dug myself a pit for my protection

and only dared come out when fully armed.

Luckily I soon realised that the manny would find no outlet for his foolish ambitions as there wasn't a croc in sight. The rest of my time was spent confidently enjoying the beach.

Grannie was as shocked as I when I told her of the manny's foolishness.

Little did he realise that crocs are far more prevalent in Undercliffe.