A wonderful visit

Darling uncle and darling brother arrived today.

Little bear had the time of his life - lots of toys, lots of goodies, lots of fuss. Evil cat graced us with her presence and even cuddled darling uncle - unheard of.

And his appetite has returned. Yesterday I could not persuade him to have a milky bar. Today he has had: One left over milky bar, several glasses of milk (aka silver milkshake), three of the Sainsbury dippers which are philadelphia and breadsticks, a sizeable handful of grapes, several maltesers, a foam shrimp, half a carton of expensive M&S berries, some apple pieces, a stalk of celery and a severe suck of a tomato. That list seems incomplete, because I am confident he has not stopped eating all day, but the list seems a little sparse.

Little bear today discovered the fridge and tried to investigate the contents. Later he asked for a yoghurt. I explained that we didn't have any yoghurt. Little bear showed me what he meant - a tub of brandy butter destined for Christmas puddings. He was very upset at not having a yoghurt though he had been eating more or less continually since waking.

Little bear now has a toy Santa, which he was very pleased at, and a chicken which has a light inside that changes colours. Little bear loves this chicken, and it is in danger of being promoted to an honorary pandy.

It was really wonderful to see my family. The only time that I could have cried was when darling uncle, who has no children, asked little bear if he would like a drum. Now, you never ask a little one of around three years old if they would like something unless you are about to hand it to them. Darling uncle did not have a drum on him. And the question was just before he left. Lucky him. I was interrogated regarding the drum's whereabouts all afternoon.