It’s all very well pushing your cars around but what every eighteen month old really hankers after is to be able to put your foot down and off you go. Thankfully Grandma and Granddad spotted this nice little motor up in Walsall and got it for me.

It only does a couple of miles an hour top speed but I’ve already got the hang of driving round in circles but sadly it doesn’t have enough oomph for donuts on the living room floor.

OK, not exactly as I haven’t been instructing Papa to grow any cabbages this year but here’s me with the broccoli and kohl rabi, just waiting for it to all grow so I can munch on it.

When you’re little like me, you expect that when you go round to your grandparents house they will worship you and buy you lots of nice things to play with, not make you do the washing up.



Of course they have bought me something. A nice little ladder so I can reach the sink.