Sunday, 18 May 2008
J
I haven't seen J for such a long time. I miss his funny face. He is G's friend really but I like him very much. We used to have fun together. I have other friends so I'm not alone but J was special. It would be nice to see him again.
Gardening
I’ve been working in the garden. With Mummy and Daddy. Daddy cut the lawn with the big scary lawn mower. I stayed out of the way. I didn’t want to be gobbled up.
I helped Mummy with the weeding. I had my fork with a duck’s head. And my spade with a duck’s head. I dug a bit but that got boring. I watched mummy. She was pulling grass out of the flower bed. I pulled a weed out. It was too colourful to be in the garden and had too many petals. And it smelt perfumey. I got quite a few out before Mummy noticed. “Oh no Anna” she said “those aren’t weeds” I didn’t like to say anything but I know a weed when I see one. Take Ben at school.
She said “maybe stop weeding for a while, Anna, and do a bit more digging”. Fine by me. I started digging again. I dug down deep under one of those weed things. “No don’t dig the flowers out” she said. There’s really no pleasing Mummy some days. She must be short of sleep.
I wandered off. Mummy can dig by herself I thought. Daddy was still cutting the grass. He had made a great pile of grass in one corner of the garden. I decided to help him. The grass needs to go in a green bin. It gets taken away by a big van early in the morning. I couldn’t see the green bin. But there are lots of bins in the house. I started to take the grass in the house. A fistful at a time. Some escaped but not much. I started with the bin in the sitting room as it was nice and close. Then I remembered there was a bin in Mummy’s bedroom. That was a bit of a long journey. It was hard to find and there wasn’t much grass to put in when I finally got there. But after a few journeys, there was quite a bit in it. It was easy to find now as there was a little trail of grass leading to it.
Then I had a thought. The grass would go off if I just put it in a bin. It would be much better in the fridge. And I can open the fridge if I really try. I did try hard and got the fridge open. I put quite a bit on the bottom shelf and even managed to put some in with the rice out of the way.
I decided to water some plants. The watering can was very heavy. I could hardly lift it. I dragged it to Mummy's favourite flower. I pushed the can. It fell over. The water poured out. Some went on me. Some went near the flower. I think the flower got some water but I couldn't be sure as the flower was hidden under the can.
I looked around. Mummy was still weeding. Daddy was still cutting. I was pleased I’d been such a help. I sat down in my chair and watched my co-workers. I dried off in the sun. I am sure they will be very pleased when they see what work I did.
I helped Mummy with the weeding. I had my fork with a duck’s head. And my spade with a duck’s head. I dug a bit but that got boring. I watched mummy. She was pulling grass out of the flower bed. I pulled a weed out. It was too colourful to be in the garden and had too many petals. And it smelt perfumey. I got quite a few out before Mummy noticed. “Oh no Anna” she said “those aren’t weeds” I didn’t like to say anything but I know a weed when I see one. Take Ben at school.
She said “maybe stop weeding for a while, Anna, and do a bit more digging”. Fine by me. I started digging again. I dug down deep under one of those weed things. “No don’t dig the flowers out” she said. There’s really no pleasing Mummy some days. She must be short of sleep.
I wandered off. Mummy can dig by herself I thought. Daddy was still cutting the grass. He had made a great pile of grass in one corner of the garden. I decided to help him. The grass needs to go in a green bin. It gets taken away by a big van early in the morning. I couldn’t see the green bin. But there are lots of bins in the house. I started to take the grass in the house. A fistful at a time. Some escaped but not much. I started with the bin in the sitting room as it was nice and close. Then I remembered there was a bin in Mummy’s bedroom. That was a bit of a long journey. It was hard to find and there wasn’t much grass to put in when I finally got there. But after a few journeys, there was quite a bit in it. It was easy to find now as there was a little trail of grass leading to it.
Then I had a thought. The grass would go off if I just put it in a bin. It would be much better in the fridge. And I can open the fridge if I really try. I did try hard and got the fridge open. I put quite a bit on the bottom shelf and even managed to put some in with the rice out of the way.
I decided to water some plants. The watering can was very heavy. I could hardly lift it. I dragged it to Mummy's favourite flower. I pushed the can. It fell over. The water poured out. Some went on me. Some went near the flower. I think the flower got some water but I couldn't be sure as the flower was hidden under the can.
I looked around. Mummy was still weeding. Daddy was still cutting. I was pleased I’d been such a help. I sat down in my chair and watched my co-workers. I dried off in the sun. I am sure they will be very pleased when they see what work I did.
Monday, 12 May 2008
Waving
I like to wave. I wave at people I don’t know. People you don’t know are only friends you haven’t met.
I wave at buses. Especially in traffic jams. There is often a bus parked next to me. I look through the window. Normally someone sees me. I smile. Then I wave. They wave back. Others look. They smile and raise their hands. Soon a Mexican wave of waves spreads through the bus. My best is 6 wavers but I am working on it. It’s sad when the traffic moves. Sometimes we haven’t finished waving.
The Queen waves. But not like me. Her wave is a gentle sweep of the hand. I hold my hand up and open and close my fingers. I use my right hand. It is my waving hand. It’s also my pointing finger hand. And I use it for back patting and seat patting. It’s a busy hand. My left hand has another job. It has my special friend. The thumb that helps me sleep and calms me when bad things happen.
I can multi-task. I can wave and walk. On a good day I can look back, wave and walk. I say “Bye bye” as well. I walk away, look back and wave. Then I look forward. My right hand keeps waving. After I while I look back. If the person’s gone, I keep waving a little bit more just in case they come back for more. You can’t have enough of a good wave.
I wave at buses. Especially in traffic jams. There is often a bus parked next to me. I look through the window. Normally someone sees me. I smile. Then I wave. They wave back. Others look. They smile and raise their hands. Soon a Mexican wave of waves spreads through the bus. My best is 6 wavers but I am working on it. It’s sad when the traffic moves. Sometimes we haven’t finished waving.
The Queen waves. But not like me. Her wave is a gentle sweep of the hand. I hold my hand up and open and close my fingers. I use my right hand. It is my waving hand. It’s also my pointing finger hand. And I use it for back patting and seat patting. It’s a busy hand. My left hand has another job. It has my special friend. The thumb that helps me sleep and calms me when bad things happen.
I can multi-task. I can wave and walk. On a good day I can look back, wave and walk. I say “Bye bye” as well. I walk away, look back and wave. Then I look forward. My right hand keeps waving. After I while I look back. If the person’s gone, I keep waving a little bit more just in case they come back for more. You can’t have enough of a good wave.
Back
I'm back. I suppose you think I've been away spending the money that nice man offered me. Or helping Obarmy winning the big country. Well I haven't. I've just been waiting for Little J to grow up a bit. He's now walking, crawling and at last he's dancing. So it's time to blog again.
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