Sunday 26th October

Dad & Uncle Iain both had headaches this morning. It was their own fault for going to the pub without me last night. I'd told them to stick to Cow & Gate but they said they wanted to wet my head - again...
Iain spent all morning on the computer getting shot down in his Spitfire, so I couldn't get online to write my diary. When we looked in the fridge, there was only some green bread, so I persuaded them to take me for lunch at the pub with the hedgehog roof. I was extremely good - we sat by the open fire, and I snoozed & watched Dad's face get redder and redder. They had some pudding from Yorkshire, but mum was hungry and ate a whole fish !

After Iain had got on his plane back to Paris, we had a visit from a gorgeous little girl, Jacqui, and her dad Glenn. Once it was dark, we all went out in the garden again, so I thought Dad had decided to show me my very own star. However, it seems he still hadn't learnt his lesson after last night, and he'd got some fireworks from the Indian shop left over. There were a lot of bright flashes and thick smoke, and luckily the garden shed stayed upright. I decided it was time to get back indoors for a nappy change...