I was great on the flight, sleeping most of the way, just making the occassional cry to make sure Mummy and Daddy were awake. Hee hee - well they deserved it, look what they were going to do......
I nearly rang Childline, but apparently it was a joke - hilarious.The first thing I did when I arrived was get my hair cut. I found a great hairdresser, just for kids, where the nice lady put a Bob The Builder DVD on for me to watch while she chopped my hair and got rid of the ridiculous haircut Mummy gave me last month. They gave me a 'before' and 'after' photo but personally I can't see much difference. What do you think?
Mummy says you can tell the difference from behind - well what use is that, I can't see it?
We are staying in a serviced apartment until we find a permanent home. I like it because it has nice soft carpet - unlike the rough, dog-hair covered carpet in my old house. But all I hear is Mummy moaning about the size of the kitchen. I don't see the problem, do you?