Gloom has descended upon the household - Grandma has arrived. It is not much fun knowing that we shall be chaperoned by her for the next fortnight whilst Mummie is hitting the high life on the Cote d'Azure. Mummie has already shouted at me twice today for no good reason. She says that Grandma is hanging around her like one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and talking at her incessantly. Unfortunately this is what I shall have to put up with for the next two weeks. Grandma's rat (a shifty little jack russell) has appeared too. Daddy has encouraged Lulu to eat it at some point in the next fortnight, preferably not too soon after we have left in order that he can have a decent holiday and not be summonsed to a court of enquiry too soon. Even if she just crushed it's vocal cords, I would be happy because it would be forced to cease its habitual yapping.

Signing off now because I shall be to depressed do do anything but mooch around until 25th. I shall not forgive Mummie for this. I want a passport.

This is a picture of Lulu looking miserable. Enough said.