Dear Granny and Grandpa

Oh dear. Mum says that I STILL haven’t told you about my antics two weeks ago, and I have to. I haven’t because we are in dispute. Mum thinks I was being norty, but I think I am quite old enough to take myself for a walk. Granny, I am nearly 3!!!! That is quite grown up. Anyway, home has been a bit unsettled recently because the floor vanished and turned into rubble and my basket smelt of dust so I decided to go and stay with my friend Molly next door. When mum came to pick me up home really hadn’t improved much. There wasn’t any rubble, just boards covering it, but my basket still stank of dust! Mum seemed to think that putting a nice rug on the floor made it homely, crazy!. Well, I went to bed and Mum went out. I thought I should follow suit and go out too, but the front doors were locked… however, on closer investigation I noticed that the back doors were open! I skipped out, danced a celebratory dance on the road, went up to the pub we usually go to but it wasn’t as interesting at all, and no-one I knew was around. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I came back to the one nearest to my boat and popped behind the bar where they had some delicious drinks (beer apparently) in containers below the pumps, then I sat in the restaurant. The chef lured me out with a piece of chicken so I sat nicely took it and went back to the restaurant to eat it as that is what one does. By the time mum found me I was having a lovely time with a lovely family on the canal side. Oh it was wonderful being out all by myself, everyone was very kind to me and I had a lovely time.

Anyway, apparently I was norty.

Lots of Love

Boots