Forgot to post it yesterday as I was so busy biting things but we went to the German market in Birmingham to pick up some yummy dark bread for Mama.
I think she enjoyed it and felt a little happier with all the little wooden huts around. If you haven’t been, I thoroughly recommend it and long may it continue and the Tories don’t tr to get rid of it like they were planning a couple of years ago.
Following on from the previous visitor we had to my house I was surprised to find that they had left their digital camera behind, which rather niftilly has a video function. So, a return to the Mikacam is in order. Here’s me doing my rounds inspecting things and generally looking cute.
There are many things in the world that go well with coke (not that I’ve tried it of course) vodka, bacardi etc. However one thing that decidedly doesn’t go with coke is a laptop, to be more precise, Mama’s laptop.
The incident involved our house guest knocking over a pint glass worth of coke on Mama’s laptop yesterday. I think the incident made Mama very sad because she loved her little laptop. Papa tried taking it apart to see if he could do anything but the coke was dripping from every direction and had gotten everywhere. He will leave it to dry but suffice to say, even if he can get it going again the keyboard membrane will be completely ruined - so Mama will have to use an external keyboard at the best.
Been a bit busy lately helping Papa work on a new web project. All will become clear in the next month or so. Suffice to say, it’s something a bit special.
Today or to be more precise, yesterday, marked one of those major advances. I’ve noticed for quite a while that the big people, Mama and Papa, and indeed all other big and not so big but bigger than me people stand up on their legs to move around.
I’ve been standing up with the aid of various things to hold for months now, but I’ve not been able to get up on my own as it were. However, that has all changed now as I made my first tentative experiment in standing on my own two feet. It only lasted all of a second or so before I was back down on my bottom but it’s something that I’m definitely going to be working on in the future as it opens up all kinds of possibility for improved mobility.
In addition to learning who one of the big people in my house is, I now know who the other is. His name is Papa - he is easy to recognise because he is the silly one. I know I have been a little lazy with the posts lately but as one visitor leaves another arrives and the house has continued to be hectic for the past few weeks.
It has been a busy couple of days, so a quick rundown. On Tuesday we all went to a place somewhere in Birmingham where all the yummy chocolate in purple wrappers comes from. I somehow think that the big person who feeds me had rather a good time there as she is a chocolate monster.
Today, which is actually yesterday as it is past midnight we all took a trip to central Birmingham to show our visitors around and buy nice things for me.
That leads me on to the main element of today’s entry. I now know that the big person who feeds me is not called ‘the big person who feeds me’ whatever hair colour she has. She is in fact called ‘mama’. So there you have it, not very imaginative I know, but my first intelligible word was mama. Just a brief clarification for my English speaking readers. ‘Mama’ is German for ‘mommy’. This is definitely a step in the right direction on developing my oral skills although I don’t think I’ll make the call for speakers at this year Royal Institute Christmas lectures.
Oh, and I still haven’t got a clue what the other big person who lives with me is called but I’ll try and work it out one of these days.
