March 6th – Modelling with Blond Highlights

1999:  –  Mum it’s Saturday – a busy day none the less! We went to Chelmsford to get my 3rd ‘watch me grow’ photo taken,. Mum put my leather waistcoat on for this occasion and I proudly told everyone I was ‘mart’.  I pulled my usual stern face during the sitting with the odd smile here and there.  I actually thought it far more fun to very slowly dribble out the corner of my mouth, putting more force on it just as the man took the photo!  Mum didn’t seem too impressed though.  We walked through the high street to the swimming pool only to find it does not open until midday.  Doesn’t anybody realise today is Saturday?  People want to swim.  We walked back to the car and on the way mum bought me a packet of milk buttons to munch on in the buggy and we popped into Zanzibar to buy some tapers and incense sticks. We then made a quick exit when mum noticed a lady walking around with a chocolate button wrapper stuck to her trousers! We eventually left town and got stuck at the traffic lights.  Hold up mum, the lights are green, the right hand lanes moving but we’re at a standstill in the left.  Mum.  MUM. Those cars are parked!  How embarrassing.  Everyone behind was very patient. Well she has died her hair blonde……….

2019: My mums blonde moments are endless. There really wasn’t any hope for me. Having said that I’m definitely the more sensible one and actually have some common sense. But then again mum did remember to leave me a list of jobs to do today! Shopping and cooking were the highlights.

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January 9th – Mums are Not Always Right

1999: Woke mum in her bed with my cold feet but soon got them warm again on mum’s legs.  We snuggled back down for a while until I managed to get her up by uttering the magic words.  What I didn’t tell her is  I’d already started, so when she quickly took off my nappy it all fell on her foot.  Luckily she saw the funny side of it.  Phew!  Had mum running up and down the stairs today (well you have to try it out with them all don’t you) and on one occasion I actually sat on the loo for 5 minutes, but no action, so mum gave up.  I wanted to stay upstairs and play and Mum went down, two minutes later – oh no – “Mum, Mum, Poo”.  Eventually, on the third shout she came upstairs; too late I’m afraid it was all over the landing.  Well that will teach her to listen to me in the first place. Went over the town today.  I wanted to get out and jump in the puddles, but unfortunately mum just doesn’t have any sense of adventure and she seemed to think that just pushing the buggy through the puddles would suffice.  I couldn’t be bothered to argue, so I just pretended it was fun.  On the way back we went to the burger van and ordered two bacon rolls, and I happily munched mine on the way home and I ate two whole bites.  

2019: What can I say? I’d eat both bacon rolls right now and mum still does not listen to me – although I am usually right and its now me saying “see. I told you so”. Check out her ditzy blog to get a better understanding of what I have to put up with!