Day 60

I am 8 weeks and 4 days old

It's Boxing Day and mummy and daddy take me to visit some of their friends. The friends that brought them the strange (but delicious) food that had no meat in it.

The lady friend is going to be a mummy too. She has a baby Boris in her tummy or maybe it's a baby Doris?

The lady doesn't eat meat which is called being a vegetarian.

Except she's not always a good vegetarian because she likes bacon sandwiches. Which as far as I know aren't really a vegetable.

But I hear this is a common weakness with vegetarians.

My mummy was a vegetarian once. For a few days. Until granny caught her in the kitchen picking at the turkey.

The friends have a really nice car. And they've bought a lovely new pram. But they haven't tried the two together yet. Mummy and daddy 'suggest' they give it a go. And they promise not to laugh if it doesn't fit. Well not too much.

The car is a Mercedes. Very sleek. But the boot is designed to fit a set of golf clubs. And maybe a small bag. Not a big pram.

Oh dear.

But it just fits. If they dismantle the back of the car. And they dismantle the pram. And they even have a little space left over. Maybe they can fit a toothbrush down the side.

I can't wait for their Boris to arrive. I'll have a friend the same age as me to play with which will be lovely.