I had a wonderful time in France with Mummy, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, Nana, Grandad and Uncle Jay.
We flew to Amsterdam, waited there a few hours, boarded a flight to Toulouse, got diverted, landed in Carcassone, got a coach back to Toulouse, then drove 3 hours to La Reynie. I ran out of food on the second flight so was starving by the time I arrived at Granny and Grandads house - poor planning on Mummys behalf I think.
We flew all the way with KLM and I have to tell you about something that happened on the flight to Amsterdam that I hope will put anyone reading this off flying with them. The conversation between Mummy and the air steward went like this:
" Please can I have a bassonet for my daughter"
" There is a weight limit of 9kg for bassonets"
" That's ok, she weighs 8.4kg"
" There's no way an 18 month old child weighs less than 9kg"
" She has a medical condition that means she is small for her age"
" You're lieing. I'm not listening" (Walks off).
Mummy is obviously extremely angry about this and has complained to KLM but not heard back yet......watch this space.
I made a new friend in France - Bella. She was slightly larger than me (see photos below) but we definately had a connection. I loved her so much I practiced saying her name over and over again, even in my sleep....Beba, Beba, Beba, Beba.........it's hard to make the 'll' sound you know.
I also accompanied Mummy and Daddy on lots of long lunches. People in France seem to have 6 or 7 courses for lunch, and a glass of wine with each course. Mummy and Daddy like this way of life although they are on strict diets since returning to Singapore.This is me doing an impression of what happens to Mummy when she drinks wine at lunch time.
And when Daddy drinks wine at lunchtime he becomes very, very happy.....
......ride on swings.....
......and practice walking in the chidrens paddling pool!