Green, Green Grass of Home!

Just got back from England where I spent Easter with Grandma and Grandad. In England they had this thing called Spring going on - it means warm, sunny weather, lots of beautiful things bursting with colour that mum called flowers, birds singing all day long, trees that had their clothes on (dad said they are called leaves) and best of all they have this soft and silky green stuff all over the place called grass - which was great to play on. 

I went to the park to play on the swing and slide, went shopping in Reading, Swindon, Winchester, Southampton and Portsmouth and visited my cousins Harry and Josh and my uncle Steve and aunt Jo. My aunt Linda came to stay for a couple of days which meant we had to go to Starbucks a lot. What is it with big people and coffee lattes? 

My dad said that I get my own special latte when mum gives me her breast.

I had a lot of fun on this trip - especially because, as with all good English people, grandma and grandad had a lot of carpet - which is so, so much better to crawl on than that hard and slippery parket flooring prevalent (big word for me but hey, what do you expect!) in the Nordic countries. It meant that I could move a lot faster and begin to stand up all on my own just by grabbing something and pulling myself up. A whole new world has just opened up. I really like England and love and miss my my grandma and grandad and can't wait to go back to the green, green grass of home!