It's Not all Work, Work, Work (at Least I Hope Not)

Samuel Johnson once said, apparently, that when a man is tired of London he is tired of life. Today I got my first taste of the Big Smoke and so far I think old Sam was onto something, despite Mummy trying to make it as boring as possible. You see, with all the incredible adventures to be had in our fair capital, all we did was visit Mummy's work and then Daddy's office. Dull, dull, dull.

My first adventure on a train was relatively unremarkable. After Mummy lugged me and my buggy up all the stairs at Hampton Wick we boarded successfully and chugged to Victoria. The train is a funny place during the day - it seems full of college students, old people and the insane.

Once we arrived at Victoria a nice man helped us get down some stairs before we made a dash for Mummy's work where we met her Capita friends. It was nice to meet them all but I think it was strange for Mummy. At least I'll be able to imagine what she's up to once I'm at nursery and she's back earning the pennies. After a nice long natter with the girls, we made a dash along the river to see Daddy.

Daddy works for a bank so I was expecting his work friends to be wearing braces and looking glum. Thankfully they were just the opposite - no braces to be seen and plenty of smiles. Auntie Caroline took me for a stroll round the office; I issued a few suggestions and recommended that one trader move his krugerrands out of lichtenstein before I realised that Daddy works in marketing and isn't a proper banker at all (he does little more then play 'spot the difference' all day long, except when he's got his colouring pens out).

All three of us then wondered back to Waterloo before hopping on the train home. This time it was full of commuters - all silent, surly and sleepy (I prefer the insane and unemployed). I enjoyed my day today and now I know what this "work" thing has in store. But all things considered, it rather gets in the way of enjoying London.

AMK

It's Not All Fun, Fun, Fun. Or Is It?

It's very easy for Mummy and me to feel thoroughly hard done by. Daddy pops off to work each morning for a jolly old time, while we slog it out at home through a daily trauma of feeding, burps, feeding, play time, shopping, tidying up and lunching with the ladies.

All the while it seems that Daddy feels the same way; he claims that work is far from a daily doddle and deep down believes that we just lark about at home.

But the weight of evidence is on our side! You see, Daddy came home early today and thankfully Mummy and me were slogging away at our chores. Things are so tough, in fact, that even at 8 weeks old Mummy makes me help her out - as this picture demonstrates.

In all honesty, we're normally in front of Bargain Hunt and eating cake from 2pm until 6ish. Just don't tell Daddy.

AMK

Bankers, Cowboys & Belly Gripes

Despite returning to profit (albeit just £15m for the first half of the year), shares in Daddy's bank fell 12% today. I'll be wearing bin liners soon. Still, Daddy was happy because the lady on the news mentioned his adverts. The people he works with sent me some cool stuff today too (so it's not all doom and gloom). I got wooden letters that spell ANGUS, cowboy dungarees and a jungle mobile.

Auntie Kate works for the Bank too. She came over to visit today with young William. We had a nice lunch and Billy took lots of photos with Daddy's camera. They live nearby so I'm hoping he will be my friend so we can go disco dancing together one day.

M&D took me shopping again. Boring. But it took my mind off my sore tummy for a while. It hurts quite a lot today and it makes me cry. Still, I'm back to hospital tomorrow (hopefully Sarah will be on duty, she's my favourite) for a check-up so perhaps they can tell Mummy & Daddy what to do to make it better.

AMK

PS. England all out for 102 today on the first day of the 4th Test.
PPS. Introducing my new look. I call it ASBO Street. Aye.