My word, what a hectic weekend! Yesterday afternoon and evening I had both my parents and all four grandparents for a training session. I was exhausted by the time I got home.

Fortunately I had been planning for this for a few weeks and so organised them really well. My main goals were to get the grandparents into shape and the first day’s training went absolutely to plan.

You see, what you have to do is get them competing with each other without them realising it. That way they try harder to please me – which is the whole point! I had worked on Mormor and Morfar (my mum’s parents) the day before, and had tired them out quite a lot. This meant that I was able to focus on GranJan and my writing man.

Oh, I had better explain that last bit. You see, he was the first one I was able to control quite soon after I was born. His feeble mind was no match for my superior powers and he is the one I use to get my messages out to you. I just get his attention and then think hard about what I want to say and he gets the emails out to you guys.

The amusing thing is that he has absolutely no idea about how I control him. Mind you, GranJan had done all the hard training years ago, so it was quite easy for me to just build on her work.

Anyway, I soon had GranJan and my mum’s parents fetching and carrying things for me. Every time they got it right I rewarded them with a big smile or even a gurgling laugh. It is fantastic what they will do to win my favour.

A lesser man would call them “suckers” but I like to think of them more as loyal subjects, or even pets when they act a little foolishly. On occasion it can take ages for them to work out what it is I really want, which is when I have to play the little tantrum card.

A quick word of warning about that. Only use the tantrum trick as a last resort. Try it too often and you get called a spoilt brat, which is a bad rep to have to get over.

The day went all too quickly, but I am pretty sure that we got all the right foundation work in. I left them all smiling and gooey eyed when I headed back home to bed. Job done!

The next day was also quite a long one, but this time I had just the one set of grandparents to work on. We went to a lovely country park and house where they specialised in CAKES! Well, that was a Winner! I don’t think I have ever seen eyes as wide as my grandfather’s. It was as if he had died and gone to Cake Heaven.

There were chocolate ones, lemon ones, green ones, pink ones. In fact there were cakes as far as the eye could see, and there were even more in the back. People were queuing up at two great counters and choosing slices of cake that looked as if they should have warnings on them. There were cream cakes, double chocolate cakes, pistachio, apple and walnut specials. Cakes done in the style of tarts, meringues and madeleines.  Austrian, German, French, Italian, and even Swedish specialities.

Mind you, I was limited to my usual food, but I watched with interest as the others demolished their choices. To be fair they did all swap and share, but it was pretty clear to me that they all had a massive sugar rush by the end of it all.

It was a fabulously sunny autumn day and we spent most of the afternoon wandering around the lake and gardens, with the most brilliant colours of leaves and trees as they changed from their summer greens to oranges reds and yellows. Mum and dad snapped away happily, so I’ll see if I can get something for you to see on Facebook.

One thing I noticed was the number of people there in leather trousers and jackets. I had no idea what that was about until I overheard mum talking about “the bikers”. Apparently these are a special breed of motor bikers, who love to drive around in great numbers, especially in the summer. Some of them look a little frightening with all their leather and studs and so on.

But they show that they are Swedish and different by racing around in packs and then stopping off for cream cakes! This news made my granddad howl with laughter. Apparently things are very different in other parts of hand world.

I had better finish now and get off to bed, as tomorrow is the big celebration itself. I’ll tell you all about it in my next mail.

 

Cheers for now Boo!