Week 11: Down Under
Hi everyone, I’m having a lovely time in Oz. I admit I was a bit surprised when I arrived and I didn’t land on a Bad Witch. Neither was there any Scarecrow, Tin Man or Cowardly Lion. Nor have I seen any flying monkeys, but there have been a lot of flying birds. My great-uncle Carl has an aviary in the back garden, so I’ve seen canaries, parakeets, budgies, galahs, cockatiels, goldbreasts, Gouldian and Zebra finches. Uncle Carl is a much kinder master than The Wicked Witch of the West, so I don’t think there’s any chance he’ll turn them against a ten-week-old baby. On Monday we went for a walk around Mandurah. I say ‘walk,’ I got carried in the carrier. Critics would say that I’m lazy. I would argue the following: I’m ten weeks old and can’t walk. Also, mummy and I are paying homage to Australia’s iconic animal: the kangaroo and its joey. I like bouncing around town with my mum – it’s a fine way to travel. Safe in her pouch, we made our way across the beach, up the mariner, ...