Mummy and I went to the doctor’s this week for my latest check-up. For the first time ever Daddy couldn’t come with us as he had to work but Mummy did okay on her own. I made sure I was extra well-behaved.

The doctor said that I am still nice and normal, although rather tall. Mummy told her (as she has told her many times before, that I am PART DANISH and we are a TALL PEOPLE). The doctor also thought it was very strange that I don’t have my main meal at lunch time and usually have meat for dinner, not lunch. Mummy says this is because people here have a different food culture and the doctor always forgets that we are foreigners.

At the moment I am 81cm tall and weigh 11.340kg.

Until next time, bye bye

PS Mummy says I am being economical with the truth again, like I was about my trip to the shoe shop. I was extra well-behaved in the waiting room, but the moment the doctor touched me I screamed like a banshee and didn’t stop screaming until we were out of the office and out of the building. I don’t like being poked and prodded. But no wonder I was tired when we got home!