Today is very cloudy,
overcast and looking like rain.
I am a bit bored - there are no green
lizards hanging about the rose bush, and that blighted noisy bird wasn't in the
pear tree this morning. So I started to sing (a song I made up myself!).
I have
a light, pleasant trilling voice, often using it when Dad is in the shower
(sometimes we harmonize) but Mummy, who normally adores my singing, asked me
if I didn't know the tune.
She said it sounded silly!
Well, I just started
singing even louder. Then she kissed me on my head, in the shower room where
Dad could see, so I was forced to quit singing.
So I am going to make up a new
song and sing it all day tomorrow (but only in the dining room or Dad's study
where Mummy can't catch me and kiss me)!!
Poor Gussie - maybe tomorrow will be a better day. Sorry your mummy kissed you! That is embarrassing for a little boy.
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