sporadicness

Once again, apologies for my sporadic blogging - firstly, I'd like to absolve Dad of a small portion of the blame... I was burning the candle at both ends, out socializing in pubs, as you do on halcyon summer evenings. Then I was sick, and now tantrums are kicking in, so I get frustrated not being able to type all the letters I want (Dad points out this is 'cos I ripped off a few of his keys. Good job he's ordered a new compoota - I can hardly wait!).
So wot's new? Well, I'm big and tall (ENORMOUS) and huge is my new fave word, esp. when associated with jumping on the bed. Dad insists I only jump in the middle of the bed, some nonsense about big babooah to the head if I fall off - honestly, he's SO old. Anyway, I'm looking forward to cycle rides now Mum's had a seat fitted to her bike, although I'm darned if I'm going to wear one of those ridiculous helmets, whether it's got dinosaurs on it or not. Should've saved the $50 you spent on that for some pressies, Dad. I like pressies... I also like mozzarella, ice cream cream, Humpty and the Duck in the Truck. Naughty Duck, mucky rana (frog, for those of you who aren't bilingual). Right, better dash and wake up Mum...