Inspired by the Rugby World Cup, Mummy and Daddy have devised a sin bin penalty for when I do something I shouldn’t (usually standing up against the patio door and banging on the glass – fun for me but dangerous; it’s a single pane door). First of all I get a warning and moved away from the scene of the crime. If I go back then it’s the sin bin for ten minutes. The sin bin is my playpen!

Mummy and Daddy realise that I haven’t yet grasped the concept of “no” so the sin bin is not really a punishment but more of a distraction. It stops me from carrying on doing what I shouldn’t be doing.

On a different note. I had curry for the first time last Friday when I was invited to Uncle Bert and Aunty Rita’s birthday party. I had a really nice time although Uncle Bert told me off for not posting more pictures on this blog. I explained that my camera is broken but he has a point – I should be clever enough to have fixed it by now.

I’ll just pop myself in the sin bin for ten minutes

Until next time, bye bye.