Alas the end of my summer break is nearly over and according to the adverts on the telly, I'm going back to school so I need new clothes from George at Asbo or somewhere like that:

2 white T-shirts - £2.50
2 pairs of shorts that go down to my knees - £3.00
7 pairs of socks that go up to my knees - £2.50
4 pairs of boxer dogs (?!) - £2.50
A pack of school pests - £2.50
A woolly jumper for the winter that makes me look like grandad's grandad - £3.00
A variety of blazers or jackets that range from quilted ones that I could camp in, pretty coloured ones that I'd look camp in, camouflaged ones that I can hide in and a long one that would make me look like one of Hitlers henchmen!!!!! Oh sorry that's from £4.00

Some days I may choose to wear a blouse, a skirt, frilly knickers and my hair in a bun but I don't want to be like grandad just yet - apart from the hair of course!!

So, it seems that for around £20/25 I can be fully kitted out in schoolwear but then I need new pencils, rubbers (grandad said I'm way too young for them!), rulers, tractors, compass, etc. All this can be purchased from Asbo for the price of a family night out on pizza but then I think to myself...........I don't go to big school yet, I still go to a child finder who looks after my every needs without a worry in the world. I don't need shirts. I don't need shorts and socks that meet at the knees. I don't need a compass because I'm not going to get lost, I don't need that bendy tractor thing and I certainly am in no condition for the need of any rubbers just yet so, on that note - let's go for pizza!!!!!!!!!!!!

Next week is the last summertime week before nanna has to go back to her school too (does she need new shorts, socks and jocks??). She doesn't seem too keen to get back to school, obviously as she'll miss me but grandad seems a little happier that his 'apprentice' is going back. It must be said that I've had a great summer, much better than last year as I didn't feel up to doing much. This year I've been to loads of places with the nana Jan and papa Mole that mummy has lent me and also with nanna and grandad that daddy has lumbered me with lent me. I am sorry that I haven't written my weekly update but its been such fun that I feel if I write about it, everybody would want to join us and that, my dear reader, is not on my wanted list.

It appears that I am an outsider. Not an outsider in the sense that I'm on the edge of our family as I'm clearly numero uno in that department but an outsider of the outdoor type. I love being outside in the garden where I can play all sorts of fun games like throwing the rocks at nanna's flowers and picking the pretty flowers off the ugly green sticks they grow on. I love kicking the stones then picking them up again. I've been kissing with Evie and been dizzy with Stevie, I saw the lion and went sliding with Ryan. I swam around the big lake one day and swam in The Ganges in town on another. We went to some garden centres, a wildlife park where the aminals where anything but wild. This has by far been the best summer I've had in a year and a half and it can only get better and better because I'm such a good guy. 

There have been so many insects in the garden too; like bees and butterflies that can't fly straight, beetles and ladybirds. There are pretty birds (usually found in town on hot sunny days grandad said) and ugly birds (usually found in town on hot clammy nights grandad said). Grandad has made a pier in the garden near the swimming pool. This is where we are going to enjoy our lunch and snacks before moving the swimming pool and then using the pier as a diving board. It is also going to be our pirates boat later on - aye, aye shippy mates. 

On Wednesday I was around grandad's when the postie man gave me a big parcel. It was addressed to me c/o grandaddydaycare LOL. The postie man knew where I was!!!! The parcel was from our Wiltshire Branch of the family and it was a brilliant book on how I have to look after the old fella as he gets older, when he's a little bit more like me - there'll come a time when he needs HIS nappy changing like mine, when he has to be fed with a spoon with a crooked handle and where all of his cutlery and plates are plastic so he doesn't hurt himself. I now know what I have to do when that time comes.

Back to normal routine the week after next, back to regular updates from the strange goings on at grandaddydaycare (and beyond). 

Catch you all later
DOGG