Auntie Brings a Bear

The day started peacefully enough, giving me chance to be shown around and to get acquainted with the people that run it (so far Mummy and Daddy are proving to be fine hosts).


A warm bed, good food and the service is marvelous: I hope to stay in some fine hotels during my time, but so far home is proving to be a very happy place.

Things got lively at lunchtime though, with Granny and Grandpa coming to visit. They drove up from their house in Wimborne just to say hello. One day I hope to be able to do a better job of entertaining but for now they seemed happy just to give me a cuddle.

They bought me some nice things too, including a lovely soft blanket that Granny made and a parachuting clown from Grandpa. They also brought some food for Mummy & Daddy. Talking of which, over lunch I couldn't help but over-hear some alarming discussions regarding my name; Grandpa seems dead set on Algernon.

Heaven help me at secondary school if he gets his way.

It's a little early for me to start thinking about a career, but Granny was talking about golf a lot and I'm hoping she might teach me how to play one day. A life on the Tour wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Granny and Grandpa left after lunch but then Auntie Stephanie arrived to say hello. It was the first time I'd been handled by a pro - top marks for technique! As if a professional cuddle wasn't enough, she brought me a giant box of things and a big red bear too. Mummy and Daddy took the champagne (laughably they think I didn't notice), but I got to keep the best stuff. Next time she comes I'm going to meet Big Phil.

Right, I'm pooped. (Another fine mess for Daddy to sort out.)

AMK