Bear blog

I had a very nice birthday, thanks for asking.

Zumo gave me a free smoothie which I thoroughly enjoyed (although it was a bit watery) and Pete got me a blender (because that's what old people get one another) and a bike (because I need to conquer my fear...and get to work).

And I got lots of books and lots of music and lots of CSI to keep me occupied till Christmas. Pete's dad gave me £20 which I promptly took off down Waterstones. Me likee three for two.

 

We took the bike out round the back for half an hour. It's blue, by the way, which should give you an indication of how fast it goes. (Clurb's law of physics No. 3 states that red is the fastest colour, but blue's not bad). I didn't fall off, although my turning circles are mahoosive and I'm not very good at getting on and off the thing. Oh, and I clipped a wheelie bin with my handlebars due to my appalling lack of spacial awareness. But I managed to change gears quite a bit. And I'm still alive. Bargain.

 

Then my parents turned up and brought even more presents. Which was nice. I've got a lovely big jar of manuka honey to be getting on with, a tube that makes noises, and a big silver bouncy ball for rolling around on. 

 

Then Lizzah turned up and I got a new cup and a funny card with stickers in it.

 

And then Alan turned up and gave me his Euro Millions application form. Which I may well fill in. And some comedy.

 

And then we took my parents to Siam Garden which was ridiculously good. The fish cakes are a must. And the waitress had big eyes. After the shocking disappointment of Thai Orchid's puddings, we opted not to bother with pudding there but still managed to leave sated. Huzzah. We have found a place we wouldn't mind going back to.  

 

To end the day, Pete and I sat in front of Die Hard and marvelled at how badly Bruce Willis has aged.

 

Lovely. Ta very much.