Caravan gotcha day. By Bessie

Lotty went to the V E T and she got antibiotics, ear cleaner, ear drops and painkillers.   The V E T said she had to take them for one week.  By the end of the week her ears were all better.  Better than they had ever been in her life.   But then a week later the infection came back so we are just putting all the medicines and drops in.  Mummy doesn't want her to have any more antibiotics cos she thinks it might be bad to take too many.  Lotty has to wear the comfy cone.  She really hates the comfy cone.

The night before Steve's wedding Mummy tried her new dress on to see how well her diet had gone and it hadn't gone very well at all so she went into town and bought a different dress from Blue Banana.  She likes this one better, she says it's more weird so it goes with her spotty shoes and cat handbag.   It was a lovely wedding and it was a hot day.    Amanda looked beautiful.  Most of the people in work were really mean though and they went home before the evening reception had even started.    Mummy and Daddy stayed til 10pm but then they were desperate to get home and go to bed.  No, not for rudies.  So they could wake up and it be caravan gotcha day...

...Katie said it is not called caravan gotcha day.  She says that is the most stupid name ever.  So I will name this entire blog post "Caravan gotcha day" just to spite her.   It was raining the next day.  Mummy and Daddy went off to Bristol to bring caravan home.   They nipped into the mall on the way to take the first dress back.  Mummy says she is too busy to diet.  Too busy eating.

When they got to the caravan shop the lady said "I put your number plate in the back window cos it won't stick in the rain."  Never mind that we gave her the number plate two weeks ago and asked her to stick it on the caravan.  So they hitched the caravan up and drove home with the number plate in the window like gypsies.   Daddy never went over 20 all the way home (practically) and stopped every mile (almost) to check everything was OK.  We hope he gets better at driving the caravan cos we are going to spend a lot of time driving otherwise.

When they got home two of our neighbours were behind the caravan and they stopped and offered to help Daddy get it in the drive so that was nice and stress free.  Then we all had a sit in the caravan and Mummy filled it with all the crap she has been buying for the last 18 years to put in her caravan.

Bryn went to a theme park on a school trip but he didn't have any accidents which was nice.   Tom still has a job, and he likes it.   They have baby chikkins at his work, we want baby chikkins.   Daddy has finished our pond and nearly finished our vegetable garden.   Next job he has to put the new gate in the other side of the garden so we can park the caravan there and then we can get a chikkin house.

For Bryn's birthday the humans went to Bristol for the day.  We didn't go this time, we went to Bristol for Bryn's birthday the other year and it was a bit too hot for us really.    They went to Subway for their lunch which was a nice subway cos it was down a side street and was really quiet and cool...and clean.   Mummy accidentally ordered Katie the wrong sandwich though and she had to eat it herself cos it was her own fault.  And it had beef on and Mummy, and Katie, hate beef.  In the evening they went to Pizza Hut for tea.   Bryn got some money and some jeans and shorts off us family and he got money off everybody else.  We hope he doesn't waste it on cans of pop but he probably will.

On Thursday Harvey the foster dog came to stay for the night.   He was very well behaved.    Mummy was so tired cos she is full of a cold that she said he could sleep upstairs in their bedroom.  A foster dog never got to do that before, not even Nelson, her favourite.  Well, except Lotty, but after three years and two months in foster I think we gotta admit she's staying.

Anyway, Harvey got into his basket and went straight to sleep, no pacing or whining.  He was really good.   When Mummy woke up Harvey was under the duvet spooning with her.  Not quite sure how that happened but I don't think she minded!

The next day Mummy packed up the caravan and when Daddy came home from work Mummy, Daddy, me Bessie and Harvey the foster dog went on our summer holidays...two nights in a caravan in Wiltshire.  The mini humans were all invited but none of them wanted to come so Carly and Lotty stayed home with them too.   We drove to the campsite and Harvey and me were good in the car and didn't poo or sick or cry.  Maybe we cried just a little bit but not much.   When we got there the lady showed us where our friends were camped and where we could put the caravan.  Our friends had gone for a walk so we got everything ready and by the time we were finished they came back.   Ronnie, Rosie, Poppy, Bella, Daphne and little tiny baby Wilma who I love tons and I am now her favourite Grandma.

We had a barbeque tea and then we went for a walk round the river.

The next day Humphrey and Snoopy came too and we all went for a walk into the town and went to the pub then we went to the pie shop.    In the evening May came and her Daddy, Mark, did a big barbeque for us which was amazing.

On Sunday Harvey went home with Poppy and Bella and I came home with Mummy and Daddy and Carly and Lotty missed me loads and was dead pleased to see me.  

In the meantime Katie had some friends over for her birthday on the Friday (her birthday isn't yet, we didn't leave her on her birthday) and they watched films and had an Indian takeaway.  On the Saturday Katie went to a party at another friends house but it got gatecrashed and there was some stuff going down and things got stolen, including the family car!    The Police came round our house on Sunday to take a statement but Katie didn't see nothing cos she was inside the house with the curtains shut when the car got stolen so the police said her evidence was useless (they didn't say that in a mean way but she was glad anyway cos it would be a bit pointless her standing up in court and saying I didn't see anything and the judge saying thank you that was a complete waste of time and her saying I know, sorry your honour or your majesty or whatever.)