B-Day minus about 30

Not too much new to tell you about except yesterday after a pleasant afternoon when I slept quite a bit, there was a fair bit of movement as Mummy (and that other one) went outside.

Now I have been outside before, I should say we have been outside before because of course where I go Mummy goes. My immediate environment does not change that much, there is a change in the muted lighting conditions, noise levels rise and fall, and sometimes the temperature will fluctuate a bit. But this was new different. For one thing it went on for ages, so very, very many counting up to two, that I lost count of the twos I had counted.

I can only count up to two, I touch one of those extensions for one and then the other one for two. Of course then occasionally I touch one of the other ones and then I get confused, even frustrated and kick it away.

Does this mean that there are more than two of things out there? Hmmmm....... I'll ponder on that later

Anyway lots and lots and lots of two's later, during which time Mummy, (and I) were pushed around quite a bit from side to side and couple of times to the front and back, when strange noises like whooshes only more constant, over the background noise of what I have been told is music — (Dad likes to listen other people talking about things but then Mummy makes a magical movement reaching forward, and they start singing) — we arrived and went into an other house where there were other voices.

I recognise these ones, as one that is called Nonna (that's Mummy's mummy I think), Baba (Mummy's Dad) and someone called Jeep sometimes and Giovanna other times. We had arrived at our other home, you see I have been here before, several, counting up to two, times before.

Inside after Mummy sat for a while, we had some dinner. I enjoyed this food as I tasted some lettuce all cut up, an egg (hard-boiled, not allowed the runny ones yet) tomatoes and some new things, I heard Daddy call olives some twos before. We even had a tangerine and some orange juice that Baba likes to squeeze himself, very nice of him because I do so like orange juice, and best of all Mummy didn't have to rush to the toilet and throw all that yummy food out, as she has done so many twos before.

Then we sat and they discussed all about that poor lady who was in prison — (not sure what that is, but it does not sound nice by the tone of their voices when they say that word) — may get forty lashes all because she allowed some children she was with to call a Teddy Bear Mohammed.

I was beginning to think that might be a bit silly, as the big Boss upstairs had so many names, surely he could lend one out occasionally, and that woman I think, had made a mistake unintentionally, but then I fell asleep......