1999: Up at 6.30. We went downstairs and got my milk and then snuggled up to mum until she got up at seven. Playschool this morning and afterwards Edon took me to the Wimpy for lunch. Had a very tiring day and fell asleep at five on the settee at home.
2019: STRESS! What an idyllic day that sounds. Today I had to nip out of work and juggle taking my car for an MOT. Rang mum “can I borrow £40 until pay day please? I need new windscreen wipers!” Also got advisories on tires and brake pads. If I had a little money …….
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1999: What’s going on?! Mummy was up and dressed before me this morning. Is she getting organized or am I just getting lazy? At least she’s starting to get a bit of autonomy at last. Oh well, it will soon be the weekend! I had my milk and then a big cuddle, it wasn’t until she put me back down that she realised that I was wet and so were her work clothes. Oops! Well, I would have told her if only she’d asked. I don’t know why mum bothers with this work thing – she always looks so stressed by the time she goes. We had pasta for tea tonight with bacon and tomato pasta sauce and mummy said we could be naughty and sit on the settee to eat. I decided to put mine on my toy cooker and eat it. Then I put it on the arm of the settee. And then on the settee. And then on the floor. Mummy didn’t seem to think this was such a good idea. I don’t know, I think the orange patches add interest to the furnishings. Later on I brought mummy a plastic plate from my cooker – she picked up pieces, put them in her mouth and said ‘Mm, tasty’. I don’t know, she must be hallucinating or something – it was just an empty plate really, but I played along and did the same. The things you have to do to keep these adults amused.
2019: I love to cook pasta. Maybe to show mum how it should be done – al dente, not burnt but still like to leave my mark and mess around the house. Cooked tonight as mum has gone to visit her friend Joy in Lincolnshire. We lived there from when I was 4 – 13 in a really old bungalow with an acre of land – hence the motorbikes that I used to love to ride. We renovated the property and I remember having to jump form rug to mat over concrete floors. But my best memories, apart from the bikes, is collecting fresh eggs from the chucks, digging up fresh potatoes for dinner and our goats Molly and Golly which we never even attempted to milk!