I have a bit of a problem. I'm more mobile than I used to be, but not quite mobile enough. On Monday, Mummy and Daddy and me went to Starbucks after Daddy had finished work. Whilst Mummy was getting the drinks Daddy and me went to get a table. I was sat on the chair and I dropped my hat. I thought I could get it, but I'm not yet able to and nearly fell off the chair - it's a good job Daddy has been practising catching. He then thought it was best to keep hold of me, but I then accidentally head-butted a wooden rail - Ooooo I cried, just for a bit until my cake arrived and I persuaded Daddy to give me half of his toasted fruit bread. Then on Tuesday I was trying to walk in the bedroom with Mummy and fell and bumped my eye on my old cot - can you see the bruise on the picture. I didn't cry so much as I knew there wasn't any cake on offer! Daddy says bumps and bruises are part of life and not half as bad as skinning your knee - whatever that is!
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