Saint Erla!

My mum, dad and grandad went to Wembley Stadium to see Southampton beat Carlisle in the Johnstone's Paint Trophy Final last Sunday.
Apparently, it was a football game and Southampton is the team that I support - or so my dad tells me. Well if that's true, then why didn't he take me?
Dad says there were almost 74,000 people there which is an unbelievable crowd to watch two teams from the third division. What other country in the world would you get that amount of people at a game involving two teams from the third tier of football?
While the mighty Saints were giving their opponents the run-around I was busy doing the same to my Grandma. I bet she slept good on Sunday night after all that activity.

Boxing Day!

We have moved! After a lot of blood, sweat and tears (my dad's) we boxed and packed all our belongings, put them in a container and shipped it to England and said our goodbyes to Iceland. I didn't really like all that packing - I liked the boxes but every time I put something in one my mum or dad took it out again. In the end, I felt my contribution wasn't really being appreciated so I gave up and let them get on with it.

Egg Hunt

Went on my first Easter Egg Hunt this morning. I found three, well, actually I found four but we were only allowed to collect three so that there would be some left for all the other kids to find. I was able to exchange my eggs for a chocolate easter egg and a balloon. I am hoping that my Grandma and Grandad in England will have some easter eggs for me. Hello? Grandma, are you reading?