Weight Watchers

Thursday...time to visit the Health Visitor again. Why is she called the Health Visitor if I have to go to her? Names like that are confusing. Anyway, Mel the Health wasn't there this week so we saw someone else. I didn't catch her name but she shares the scales with Mel.

I'll cut to the chase. I'm now 8lb 3oz. That's only 2oz more than last week and despite Dad trying to get the un-named Health (non) Visitor to take the "heavy" nappy change I had before going to see her into consideration, she reckoned I should weigh a little more by now; it was nothing to worry about as I still weigh more than Amy Winehouse.

When we got home Dad got some more milk down me with his special cup and I was out for the count. Next thing I knew, I was being pushed along the seafront at Porthcawl again and it was freezing so I cried 'til they took me home again.

Been eating loads today and catching up on my sleep. Trouble with a full stomach is it tends to give you funny dreams. This time I dreamt that a sheep gave me a tip for next year's Grand National. Remember this one folks - "Windy Challenger".

Be lucky x