Wow, what a lovely time I had on my hols – riding in the back seat of the car, sniffing out loads of new territory and being fussed by loads of new people. We had a room right near to a door so I could get outside easily and the grounds were gorgeous – masses of new smells and snow. I love snow, catching balls of it which melt in my mouth. We visited a village near Bradford called Saltaire, a World Heritage Site (which means it’s special) and I had a terrific romp beside the canal. http://www.saltairevillage.info/
But my mum says I also have to write about how I blotted my copybook. OK, OK, I did bark constantly the first time I was left in our room so that neighbours complained – but I was lonely and in a strange place. After that I holed up in the car boot when my family went to eat or I sat with my mum in the leisure centre lounge while the Irish aunt and sprog went off to swim. Also, I made muddy footprints on the carpet of our room after we’d been on a woodland walk (the towels too, but don’t say a word about them) and split my lip chasing the ball on the terrace.
Worst, I had an upset tummy ALL the time and….oops, my mum says I haven’t to spill the beans about that. TMI – too much information. Ok, nuff said.
If I promise to be good, will I get to go away again?