Snow

As I missed a couple of days, I will treat you to a double entry today. I don't know how many people read this. There doesn't seem to be a counter. I could be talking to myself but I dream that I am a cult figure, perhaps whose wisdom is documented in places as remote as Brazil or Papua New Guinea.

It has snowed here which takes me back to childhood. I used to open the curtains to see a blanket of snow and would immediately rush out and stomp about making footprints in the back garden. Sadly, because I slept naked I was often told off by my Dad who would rush outside and tell me to get dressed.

Then after a bowl of Ready Brek we would listen to the local radio to see which schools were shut because of frozen pipes. I went to Washwood Heath and it was always read out last alphabetically so often I would have to leave the house by the time they got to letter T and I would arrive at school only to be sent home by an angry janitor.

I didn't mind though as I could go sledging or throw ice at people

Rugby Union

Hello. I'm sorry I haven't written anything for a few days. It was Rugby yesterday and I tend to focus on nothing else.

I have a large collection of rugby jerseys, all the different nations. My favourite is Western Samoa. I like wearing that because people don't know who it is and they stare at me in a curious way. Normally people stare at my spots so this is a nice change.

Liquorice Allsorts

These sweets are like girls. They come in all shapes and sizes. I'm not sure if girls taste this good though...

I like to roll a dice while I eat them and it makes the whole experience more fun. What number comes up indicates the type of allsort I eat...
e.g:

Roll
1 - the coconut wheel-type ones
2- sandwich
3- the nobbly round ones that look like fruit pastilles
4- liquorice stick or twirl
5- the one that looks like battenburg, or the 'bertie' sweets (these are rarer!)
6- roll again

Once I rolled four sixes in a row and I got angry. The sweets had to be put in the bin so I went in the garden and killed some insects...

Roast dinner

Yesterday I had a roast dinner because it was Sunday.

It was nice.
I like lamb best.
I think mint sauce is silly though. My mum pours it on sometimes forgetting that I hate it.

I hate dressings. They ruin food.

When she pours the mint sauce on she knows I will spend the rest of the day in my room. If she is lucky I will remain quiet. Once I ran away from home after an incident with salad cream. I went down to the shops and looked in at the windows watching people. It started to rain so I went back home.