Seriously, in the absence of this blog’s chief contributor, what choice do I have? It is my name on the masthead after all and I can’t see the whole thing go to wrack and ruin just because old misery ‘can’t write, won’t write’ over there can’t keep her eyes off Anatomía de Grey long enough just to say hello.
... and flying pigs. Really.
So, you should know that we have moved and I am in heaven. Literally, we appear to be much closer to the sky. My new house is a very long way up a hill, which is fine by me because at my tender age I am expected to neither drive nor walk. I say that, but it is rubbish really as they have just bought me my first car (totally ace!!!) and they can’t seem to stop banging on at me to walk.
I’ve been having quite a lot of fun with that actually, because I can walk of course (it’s all I do when they’re not watching – which is more often than they’d like to think) but only when I want to. I tease them with glimpses of walking brilliance and then I’m down doing it the old fashioned hands and knees way. She has a good old shriek and nearly wets her pants (not my fault, whatever She tells you) every time. Never fails. I am having a whale and I still get carried everywhere (what are Daddies for after all?), which is great for a girl like me.
I was a bit put out when we first arrived. So much coming and going and a new bedroom. But actually it is better here than the old place. And while they were busy with boxes and keys I was pretty much on back-to-back Charlie and Lola. My drug of choice. Though I don’t mind if it is Spanish or English as I am destined to be a bilingual baby.
The Bibseywagon
I’ve got a new garden, which is all mine, and I will be able to drive the car around it just as soon as I learn to drive. I wonder if they will pay for lessons… um, most of my stuff has been transferred to the new pad without too many breakages. Having said that, nobody is owning the sizable crack/hole in my toy-box-on-wheels. Speaking of which, She found a sizable ‘garden’ spider in there the other day. Did it get in through the hole? Let’s not throw blame about shall we? But, just so you are aware: the spiders here are HUGE.
And not just the spiders. All wildlife. Massive. Lizards, flying dragons, eagles, pigs with wings and rats the size of cats. And all seemingly clamouring to get into the house. Not my room though… I have nets.
The postman has found us. This is great as he brings things like cars, cucumber seeds, and baby gates (which sound like fun).
So there you go. An update from Bibsey Towers (the new). With any luck this entry in the log might rouse Her out of Her apathy and subtitled medical dramas. If only because She will really hate the competition. And I am rather good, non?
This is me. Lounging, chilling, composing blog posts, pretending I can't walk
I shan’t make this a regular thing as I actually have a job of my own to do: making an unholy mess, doing poos that both confound and delight, quoting lines from Sharing a Shell in a funny accent, making them laugh, and distracting her from the Cava in the fridge door until the cocktail hour (whenever that is – I am a little confused on this point as She is keen on pointing out that “we are an hour ahead” in Spain).
Adios
B (don’t call me Lethal)
x
