Summer Bank Holiday as it Should be - Antipodean Style

I like Bank holidays as it means Daddy stays at home and there's feverish excitement about 'what the weather will do'. On the meteorological front, this particular Bank Holiday was a disaster - the sun shone all day to confound the general populous - but we made the most of an unexpected situation.

Abi and Lauchlan came to visit today. Just when I thought I was getting to grips with the wider world, someone comes along to remind me that this planet is going to take some time to conquer. Lauch, who was born in New Zealand, flew back from America this morning. Not only that, but he lives in Camberley! He's positively the most travelled and exotic person I have ever met.



Lauch said 'hello' to me by rubbing noses. In New Zealand it's called a hongi. I thought it was all a bit forward personally, but I shall remember it should I ever be wondering through Auckland. Or Camberley High Street.

AMK

New Shoes

Lovie, Darling, La-de-dah. An Account Director at Saatchi bought me some shoes. What can I say? They are quite possibly the coolest things I shall EVER wear.


Thank you Toby, Evie, Freddie & Jasper. Looking forward to meeting you for a picnic before summer '09 is over.

AMK

One Month Old Today

44,640 minutes. 744 hours. 31 days. Or one month. That's how old I am today. I've crammed a lot in already; I wonder what's next.

To celebrate, here's a little joke from Dan Antolpolski (voted the very best at this year's Edinburgh Finge Festival):

"Hedgehogs. Why can't they just share the hedge?"

AMK

P.S. And the worst joke in show? Easy: "I phoned the swine flu hotline and all I got was crackling."

Freedom Fries? Now it's Scotch that's Going Down the Drain.

Mr Prince, an American from Washington State has got Daddy worried again. Since the Scots released the convicted Libyan terrorist and mass-murderer Abdelbaset Ali Mohmed Al Megrahi to go home and see his mummy, our American chums are now threatening to boycott all Scottish goods and services.



As well as cancelling his golfing holiday to Scotland, Mr Prince also points out that

"I should probably also mention that I've curtailed my consumption of Scotch. It's great whisky, but no longer for me. I've switched to Kentucky bourbon."

As if the Bank hasn't got enough problems.

(I've told Daddy not to worry though - if the worst comes to the worst I'm happy to lend him some of my child benefit money.)

AMK

I'm the Shrimp at this BBQ

My long weekend ended with a fine crescendo today. We all set off from Wimbers and headed towards Wokingham to see Great Auntie Lynne and Great Uncle Tony.


The Davey summer barbeque is a famous annual family event, at which this year I made my debut. Being the youngest meant that I got to enjoy some quality time with everyone there, but my favourite new family members are Uncle Tony's mummy and daddy. Mr & Mrs Davey Snr. sang me songs about squashed lemons and were very, very nice to me.


Apparently you can choose your friends, but not your family. So far that doesn't seem to be a problem because all my folks are just fine.

AMK