Relaxing

Drove down to Lymington (near the Isle of Wight ferry port) yesterday with Mum and Aunty Jenny. Aunty Jenny said she wanted a couple of days break from Uncle Tim going on about nanorobots in hyperspace. So we are at a posh hotel with a spa, and Mummy and Aunty Jenny have been getting massages and facials. In fact Mum and Aunty Jenny have been so blissed out they didn't bat an eyelid when I puked several times over various patches of patterned hotel carpet.

I've been having fun in the hotel pool, though. It's my first time swimming! Mum bought me these special swim nappies and a giant inflatable rubber ring thingy that I sit in.

The only thing was, I was enjoying myself in the pool so much that when Mum lifted me out of the pool, she noticed a telltale brown stain leaking from my nappy onto my towel, and then onto hers. Mum and Aunty Jenny looked at each other in horror and then quickly, and automatically, scanned the pool, for, er, debris. I was whipped ever-so-sharpish into the changing rooms. Afterwards, Aunty Jenny said with a shrug that pensioners ply the lanes all the time, so if I had left anything in there it would have been picked up. Phew.