I think they called it Sunday. I’m not so sure but as usual it was cold. It didn’t actually seem that cold but when we all went out they pushed and dragged me in to all kinds of heavy pale blue things – maybe it was just to prove that after sixteen months I’m still a boy – so I guess they thought it was cold.
“They” of course are Mamma and Dadada and I’m not so sure whether my big Bruva, Tchim is one of them or one of me. Well he’s only five so it is pretty hard to tell
They were all in a bad mood to start with and although I don’t understand why, it all seemed to be aimed at me. Perhaps it could have had something to do with the fact that when both the little hand and the big hand of Tchim’s clock were together on the number five I started telling everyone that I was awake. Well it’s only fair isn’t it?
You see I was fed up with chewing my dog’s ear and biting my blanket and I was wet and angry. Not to mention bored and hungry. It took ages to wake Tchim up, he really was fast asleep. I had to really shout. He wasn’t very happy about it, I can tell you! He’s alright though really but he does tend to be a little bossy with me. He talks like them and he doesn’t understand my scribble talk and he always tries to stop me having things that I shouldn’t – but he doesn’t always win.
There’s nothing like a good book to get your teeth in to first thing in the morning. The Beano Annual 1971 is nothing like a good book but I found it under the blankets in my little hoard of forbidden things.
Within seconds I had chewed the side of the book with my nine teeth. Oh and tore most of the pages. Poor Tchim was really upset, because they always blame him. I don’t know why because he doesn’t chew his books and apparently never did. This does not bode well for me.....
“Black Sheep Mafu” I’ve heard them say. They think I’ll grow out of it...but I’m out to prove them wrong!
