Yesterday I went to see two of my grandchildren take part in a carnival. There were about 1000 children gathered on the green, plus families.
I loved it. There was a wonderful atmosphere and the children were brilliant.
We walked with them along the procession route which took them through old Harwich and along the Quayside and back to the green.
There were drums and singing and the kids were so enthusiastic – it was lovely.
And their school won the prize for best performance.
Even Queen Victoria turned up.
Fizz had her second lot of vaccinations in the morning. I think they vaccinated her with Crazy Juice. Midnight last night she was still jumping about all over me – turning the bedside light on and off, knocking things over, beating me up…
And she woke me up at 6 this morning, face in my face, purring like mad. Time for breakfast!
I found her in Isabel’s doll’s house the other day rearranging the furniture after I’d taken a balloon away from her. I'd heard her banging about on the landing and when I eventually went to investigate she was battering a balloon up and down.
How did she manage not to puncture it?!
Oh and I found a feather for her. I’ve never known a cat that didn’t like to play with a feather. She ran away from it. I’m hoping this is a good sign!