So, Mummy, Daddy, Granny and me all went to some place called France. I got to go in a plane for the second time. Don’t remember the first time. It was pretty cool. I walked up and down and chatted with lots of nice people.
France was cool too. I said “bonjour, ca* va, merci” and stuff to people and they all said I was “tray jhen-e-al”. Dunno what that means, but I imagine it is good as they were smiling and stuff.
I drank my first hot chocolate too.
All in all, would recommend.
Ain’t I just beeeeeeautiful?
Mamma is a hard task master. In between teaching me what snails are, she made me do the sweeping. Someone call Childline for me.