On Sunday I did Junior Park Run and then Mummy, Daddy and I went walking to a place called Nicky Nook. It’s a hill with a weird white stone on the top, which Dad called a trig point. Apparently it tells everyone how high a place is – not sure how. In case you missed…
I’ve just seen Nana and Grandad’s photos of their day out yesterday and I don’t think it’s fair that I have to sit in class learning about Florence Nightingale while they go off enjoying themselves. I bet they had ice creams as well cos Grandad always has ice cream when he goes out for the…
Gosh, it has been a busy few days. Nana and Grandad got back from their holidays to find that their taxi home from Manchester had broken down. Nana said Grandad used some very bad words, but they got home eventually. Nana said her flat felt like a laundry on Wednesday and Thursday, but luckily I…
Me and Mel are seeing Molly and Milo this weekend. Mel has a tribe. There is an idiot in the tribe called Norbert. Mel slept with the dogs like always. Hit the beat 3, 2, 1 GO!
Grandad has sent me another few pictures and a story or two from his holidays. Apparently they had an earthquake a few days ago! Nana and Grandad slept through it of course. They have been exploring Crete by bus. Grandad wanted to hire a car, but Nana wasn’t keen. Heraklion is the capital of Crete…
Holiday in Crete Nana and Grandad are on their holidays so they asked me to do their blog. I think I might get this job full time soon, cos my posts get more hits than grandad’s! They are in Crete at the moment where Grandad says Nana is getting a “taste for raki”. I’m not…
Grandad said that my last post on the blog was really good and lots of people read it, so he’s let me do another one. Even my cousin liked it and he’s a black belt in karate! Nana and Grandad pick me up from school on a Thursday, and last Thursday was the 80th anniversary…
As my mummy and daddy were away on Friday night, I was staying with my Nana and Grandad. As Grandad and I had breakfast on Saturday morning, I could tell something was wrong. Grandad was chunnering and wasn’t his normal happy self. He kept on muttering about someone called Nigel, who seemed to have done…