January 11th – Dancing, Holidays and Food

1999: Off on our hols today.  As we were getting ready to go I had to sit on the suitcase so that mummy could get it done up.  Mummy has 4 pairs of trousers, 4 tops and 2 jumpers, but we seem to have a huge suitcase, a huge rucksack and a huge carrier bag plus a bag full of toys, as well as mum’s handbag and my very own backpack.  Uncle Terry drove us and during the journey I practiced saying T-E-R-R-Y, formerly known as Ar, now known as Eddy!  We arrived early at The Grand in Margate so we stashed the luggage (which took over the whole reception area) and went to the games room and I had a ride in Pats Van (Mum has a feeling we could spend the whole week here – well look on the bright side at least you’ll know all the words to Postman Pat Mum).  Eventually Mummy tempted me away with a chocolate biscuit, but when I saw |her banana cake I changed my mind.  I ate all the icing and kindly left Mummy the mangled cake bit.  We collected our room keys and went on the mammoth trek to our room.  We circum navigated through corridors, stairs and lifts with me in the buggy and mummy carrying the bags.  By the time we got to the room mummy was praying that Jeremy Beadle would jump out and say it was all a wind up. But he didn’t and it wasn’t.  We navigated the globe back to reception and asked if someone was available to help with the rest of the bags, there was a porter, so we left the rest of the bags and headed back to our room.  We decided to go back via the road as there were far less lifts and stairs, only to find that we couldn’t get in the hotel that end as the door was locked and we had to walk all the way back again. The long corridors, in my buggy, without the luggage are actually great.  Mummy and I raced up them, along the back straight, through the chicane and down the ravine. Mum’s looking a bit red though  Tonight we got dressed up and I escorted my mum to dinner.  I was such a gent I even held the doors open for her.  The dining room however was a slightly different matter as there was so much to explore and spoilsport mummy ended up getting a high chair for me.  After dinner we went to the cabaret room and mummy and I waltzed around the floor.  

2020: I think  may have been unfairly blamed for the packing. I will go away for a week with hand luggage where mum seems to need this plus a big case! Then again I don’t have lots of nappies now and several clothes for “training”. Can just imagine mum doing all that running and pushing me around in the buggy but it would probably be the other way round now. Meanwhile I’ll just stick to my van and car. Still love dressing up, going to dinner and dancing when I get the chance. This week though I am literally working, cooking  tea (with garlic) and falling into bed to eat and sleep and get ready to start again

January 10th – Roley Poleys and Holidays

1999:  Stood at the stair gate this morning saying, “Mum, Mum, Mum””.  She’s not fooling me, I know she’s downstairs.  Up Mummy came to get me and we went downstairs to sleep on one settee and Aunty ‘Bim’ was on the other one.  We all slept until 7.15 when I decided it was time for everyone to wake up. Uncle Terry came round this afternoon with lots of new clothes for my holiday.  He complained that I “stunk of garlic”.  Well so would he if he’d just polished off a garlic baguette.  It’s no difference for kids you know.  Besides, it makes a change from the usual kiddie smells. When mummy was cooking tea I dragged a chair through from the dining table and stood at the kitchen side.  Mummy turned her back to dish up my tea and she turned back to see me fall head first off the chair and roley poley as I landed on my head.  I cried from shock and got a Jelly Baby, which I had pointed to immediately as I was lifted up.  Anyway, I actually think I was rather clever.  I’ve tried to go head over heels since, but I can’t quite manage it without the height factor.   I went to bed and was asleep by 7.00.  Hopefully Mum will do the same soon, but she said something about ironing and packing.  Still, holiday tomorrow………

2019: We still see Bim who progressed over the years to sausage Kim as she used to call me sausage.  Still love my garlic and just food generally. Roley Poley – well these progressed to somersaults I used to do gymnastics for school along with several other sports. Not so sure I could do one now but give me a trampoline and I might! Meanwhile I’ll continue with that work thing whilst mum relaxes is Tenerife.