visitation

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I've been busy entertaining granny and grandpa, who flew over from UK last week. POOR MUMMY. Granny was nearly deported on arrival, 'cos of her shonky visa / passport - kind of ironic for Australia to be turning away colonials of the British Empire, but I guess times are hard and she might try stealing our jobs and/or wimminfolk. POOR MUMMY.
It's pretty exhausting having them around - they're always wanting to drag me out for walks or crawling after... I just can't get any privacy these days. Anyway, Dad's putting them on the train to Sydders tomorrow morning so I might get a lie-in. POOR MUMMY.
They didn't bring many pressies so I'll have to have words. 'Pre-loved' books don't cut the mustard in the Noughties - I mean, I even got 50 smakkers out of Uncle Silvano the other day, so wot good's a half-chewed Beatrix Potter book to me? POOR MUMMY.
POOR MUMMY me arse. POOR DADDY. POOR DADDY my little chubby wrists.
Ps I think Mum's hacked into my blog - there's no way I would have written that! Oh, hang on hasn't Daddy been at my blog my whole life? Hmmmmm, interesting....