This week I have been mostly eating pasta with my dinners. Me and mama and dada and oma and opa are going on a plane to italy soon so mama says i’m in training. i don’t know where italy is maybe its near mammó’s house or maybe auntie lisa or emma’s houses? i’ll see when i get there.
Mama said already about my lentil lasagne. Yesterday dada made penne with peppers & onions & pesto & creme fraiche (I had to ask mama to spell that bit for me) and I nommed it all up. Then today we met Fiona & Rachel at lunchtime after me & mama’s bootcamp (it was windy i had my wintery hat on) and I ate more of that again and some broccoli. I touched the waitress on her bottom while she asked some men what they wanted for their lunch. Mama and the girls had a good laugh but told me that I couldn’t always get away with that. I don’t think the waitress minded, I might do it again.
This evening then mama made spaghetti bolognaise. Some women called Linda McCartney left her mince in the freezer and mama used it, I hope she doesn’t come looking for it. Dada thought I needed a spoon. No way. Sure what else are my handies for?