Muscles

Mummy and Daddy have gone off to Barcelona for a well deserved and much needed break. Because Arlo is at school now I have come to stay with the Bandits in Burntisland, rather than taking them back to Methven to stay with us.

These kids are fussy eaters. By which I mean they only like freshly home-cooked tasty food. Mummy started them off as babies on the Annabel Carmel cookbook, and I don't think they have ever even SEEN a tin of Alphabetti Spaghetti, never mind having had one dumped on toast for their tea (which poor Mummy was regularly served with!).

Alas, I have the greatest hatred for cooking and cookery programmes. Pointless, pointless, pointless. I do love to eat nice food, but only if someone else makes it, and does not bore me to death by telling me what is in it or how difficult it was to source the ingredients.

Anyway, Arlo doesn't usually eat much breakfast but I have discovered the secret: croissant (made by Mr Tesco in Perth - delicious)! He loves them so much, that he ate 4 this morning, and is showing me here how strong all this breakfast is making him.

I've seen bigger knots in thread! But it's great to seem him eating a nice big breakfast.