Crikey …. The no more diggin’ thing didn’t last long. I met up with a couple of my mates at the beach yesterday and before I knew what was happening there I was diggin’ again. So what says everyone? Well I’ll tell you, so what!! It’s my Mum ….. what’s with her?? She didn’t care that I was diggin’ she thought it was fun and it was but when I was trying to get to the chooks and started diggin’ she got REAL angry and … well … you know what she said. If I EVER dig again it will be my own grave I’ll be digging. SO ….. how am I supposed to know when it’s ok to dig and when it’s not? I think it’s ALWAYS ok to dig. How come digging at the beach is ok? My mates and I were digging for crabs. How can that be better than digging for chooks? How can that be fun and diggin’ for chooks not fun? What would the Crabby girls think of that? Bet they wouldn’t be too happy about us digging. You can rest easy girls! We didn’t find any of your rellies ….. Truly we didn’t. We did have a lot of fun though. It was a beautiful day at the beach.
|How pretty was the sky, aye? AND see the holes we dug!|
|Meet my mate, Bob!|
|This is Stella ..... you've met her before!|
|Dunno who this bloke is! As for THAT foot ...... hmmmmmmm! I think it's Dad's.|
|Me and Stella playing. Crikey her tail is long. Looks like it's growing out of my back, aye??|
|Fair dinkum ..... One day!!!!!!!!!!!!|
Wanna run .... Love, Charlie!!