Feeling Blue
Mum and I are feeling blue. Oh please don’t misunderstand, we both are delighted to see Alfie, Shadow and Ari, but we’re missing Switzerland and we’re missing Dad. We had a long cuddle earlier and Mum told me it was now less than three weeks until we’d be on the road again. I feel really mean to the others complaining, but it is so hard. I miss my mountain. I miss my cuddles with Dad and his smell. That last bit is a dog thing – don’t worry, he doesn’t smell odd or anything, it’s just him. I do curl up on his side of the bed here, but it’s not the same as sniffing right up close to him.
Mum is a much jollier person when Dad is around. Don’t tell her I said this, but she can be pretty boring the rest of the time. I know she doesn’t mean to be, but she just works too much.
Homegrown veg
We’re gradually eating the homegrown veg at the moment. They haven’t really done very well this year, but I guess that’s because Ari hasn’t looked after them properly. I think they probably needed more watering, but I’m not really the gardener. I’m more of a connoisseur of eating it all than growing it. I’m working my way through the fallen greengages at the moment, unless Mum catches me and makes me put them down. Thankfully, I’m the only one of the four of us who seems to like them.
The carrots are really small and I have to say the runner beans are too stringy. I’ve got to get round to the apples and pears next but I need them to fall off as I can’t reach them.
Well, I’m off to see if I can cheer Mum up today and whether she will take me out somewhere fun. Perhaps I should suggest to her we could go for an ice cream and see if that gets her interested.
Love
Wilma
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