Write Said Fred... the return

Now up until this point in my year-long life, I hadn't want to mention the fact that my Dad seemed to go missing most mornings... I mean at least I had Mum to keep me company and to be fair, she didn't seem that worried about it, so I took her lead and took a figurative chill pill.

But when she suddenly decided that she wanted a slice of the absentee parent action, I simply couldn't hold my tongue any longer... so I screamed... and screamed... and screamed until I was on the verge of vomit.
I can't be sure, but I would doubt whether a child has managed to conjure that shade of purple in his cheeks before.

I think I got my point across.

However, it quickly became obvious that I couldn't keep this kind of tonsil action up for any real length of time... I've got to think of any future singing career which may be on the cards.

And truth be told, nursery is a bit of a doss really.

I can have a kip whenever the mood takes me; by and large my stabliser mates are a good crowd (a certain young lady - we'll call her A - is particularly lovely and we regularly have a holding hands moment over lunch); there's LOADS of room to practise my newly-found walking prowess; and to be brutally honest, toy for toy, the nursery goodies box puts my play pen to shame.

So, after a few hairy sessions, I seem to have found my feet (which apparently grow "faster than we can buy shoes") and am throwing myself into my ever-widening social circle.

Thanks for sticking with me... I won't be leaving it anywhere near as long next time...