I'm having a nap right now but have told mummy what to write. Went to see my mate Yanik today, who has chicken pox. He has little red spots all over his body and keeps scratching them. Hope I don't get it. I've got too much to do to spend all my time scratching, like playing with my various trains and my tractor.

I can't say tractor but I can say "tractee", and everyone knows what I mean. If I want something to eat, I just say "more" and food is magically produced. This speaking lark can come in very handy. I have been eating a real lot since I got better again. Mummy thinks I have to catch up, as there were several days when I didn't eat, because I had gastro enteritis last week and was very sick. I weigh 14.5 kilos.

Daddy is away in Stans and I miss his tickles and his cuddles and being held upside down. Mummy swings me around til I get dizzy, and chases me around the kitchen, and pretends she can't see me when I hide behind the curtains. Then she gives me a big hug and squeezes my nose. She also tries to ride on my little car but she is much too big for it and I generally have to push her off. Adults should know their place.

Mummy is getting ready to go somewhere. She is packing a suitcase, which has a big picture of me inside it so she can give me a kiss every night while she is away. I try to take all the things out of her suitcase and put them away in drawers but she just gets them out and packs them again.

OK got to go now. See you next time!