Monday, 18 September 2006

Sunday, Tiring Sunday

Went to Burwood Festival to see these people

and these

Torby joined us and we saw those people again (his first ever concert)
came home

went out and played with these


worldpeace and a speedboat said...

it was the best day ever.

Mousicles said...

One of the highlights of my day was watching Torby 'taste' my cat. The cat was on my shoulder and very happy to be there, and the glee of Torby's face to be so close to a creature that usually runs away was just soo cute.

(I'm sure there was a certain amount of terror for the parents since said cat was the cranky kitty and not the big sook kitty)

A downside was discovering Torby had been eating a biscuit in my bed. It gave me quite a start to discover an unidentified object in the bottom of the bed in the middle of the night which turned out to be a half chewed crispbread.

I survived. I should probably get used to it.

DV said...

I didn't even realise he had been on your bed. Sorry 'bout that.

He likes to hide food so that way he can get back to it. You never know when you may need an emergency half mauled solidified rusk.

worldpeace and a speedboat said...

and he doesn't have a beard yet, so the bed will have to do for the moment...