
Anyway my new favourite thing is to go to the Swing park.

It's only here, so it's not far from home!

Also, there's a whirlygig:




And on the way home, I practised my walking in the airport:

Hanging out on the nice furniture with my cousins, Sylvie and Emily:
They were also kind enough to assist me with my jigsaw puzzle:
Gran got me a nice tartan pinafore dress, that I wore to church:
And she was trying to teach me to clap my hands. Not quite got the hang of it yet. I'll get it soon though - I am happy and I know it, so presumably it is the next logical step.

And Uncle Paul had a hangover: