Press A To Jump

We had our Dunkeld Christmas with Grandma at Auntie Margarets on Monday, I’ve only just recovered. We were up late and I haven’t been sleeping too well recently): I woke up this morning at 6.30 or so and demanded Apl! Nana! Toas! Joos! Djhink! until I got them all.. then I went back to bed for a few hours and woke up disgruntled. I re-gruntled eventually.

Daisy is so very excited about Christmas it rubs off on me like static electricity onto a balloon and wears me out. Mind you, she wears everyone else out too, there’s a lot of “@$%£^&*~” in the air right now (actual punctuation may vary)

We’re off to Spain tomorrow for our Compton Christmas, it’s got to be a whole lot warmer than here; over there I can refuse to wear hats/gloves/scarves etc and not end up with hands like little blocks of ice.

So, Happy Christmas everyone.

I like turning lights on and off – the bathroom lights with their strings, normal switches I can only do when carried, the uplight I have to climb onto the back of the chair to turn on and off – but they all have one name, Ding Dong. Which is ironic as our doorbell works so intermittently, often I am allowed to press it when we get home and it does nothing, nada, nil.

I was sick again in Mum and Dad’s bed last night, it’s probably all the juice I guzzle aciding my stomach (I woke up crying and demanded to go upstairs, I could tell it was coming). Mum couldn’t stand it, she hates the smell of sick so she went downstairs to my bed and I spent the whole night on Dad’s arm gently vomiting on him and myself..

It’s my new game, watch your eyes when I play with you – I play it on people, pictures, and pets..

I got my first Christmas present today, it’s a cool car – a Mini with a Union Jack roof. Trouble is it keeps taking off by itself, going forward and backwards and spinning in circles and stopping and starting, without anyone touching it! It came with a kind of weird box thing with a couple of levers and a big metal aerial, but I don’t know what that’s for at all.

My face is a bit scratched up at the minute, not as bad as Mylo’s was though. I have a cut under my chin from when I fell off my stool, and some scratches from where me and Ellie had a fair-go scrap the other day.

I can get onto the kitchen worktop using stools now (or my ride-on car, though that’s riskier) so I can get the juice bottle even from up there and if the top hasn’t been screwed on really tight I will open it and glug away. The other day I was jabbing our big sharp serrated bread knife into the Marmite jar, that caused a little consternation and it was taken away from me, quite carefully though.

I’ve been adding ‘P’s to the start of words, especially fruit. P-Apl, P-Are, P-Nana. Don’t know why.

I was sick for ages last night: after the initial outburst, Mum changed the sheets (I was in her bed anyway) and got a bowl for me to be sick in, but I refused to use it: I would push it away before vomiting, she would push it back to catch the sick. Comical.

I’m better today, tired though. Daisy’s out all day, she’s going to Funplex with Ben I think (what an ‘interesting’ font they chose for their website)