St Patricks Day

This weekend was very exciting for me, Robert Basil Dunne.

On Saturday it was the Irish Day. On this day, the 17th March, Mr Patrick - first name Saint - invented the drink guiness and was the first person to sell Taytos in a shop.

To celebrate, in the morning Daddy and Mummy went to the food supermarket. On the way out a new boy jumped into the trolley. He has a big yellow head like me and is called Padraig Quackser - or PQ for short. He is a giant yellow duck from Ireland. We get on very well and have started a Yellow Club with PQ, me and Tony the Fish Fingers as members.

In the afternoon the celebrations for St Paddy's day really started. Mummy had her first beer of the day watching my team the Irish playing Rugby. We won by lots of goals against the Italians, but then the people from France won the whole tournament. Mummy was jumping up and down like a Frog shouting "Come on Scotland". I was very confused as I thought she wanted Ireland to win, but she was shouting for Scotland and pretending to be French. Mummy always behaves strangely on Mr Patricks day. She says she gets home sick - this year she wasnt sick when she got home so I think she is getting used to living in England.

Daddy says that Mummy is home sick because everything is so much greener at home. I told Daddy with the new legislations to be imposed by the Kyoto agreement on all countries, the UK will be much greener too - so Mummy will be happier here. Daddy told me to stop writing things on my hand I didnt understand and repeating them.

In the evening I was left at home so I celebrated Mr Patricks Day by having a party with Westie Moo and Patrick who are both Irish like me. The picture shows me in my comdey irish hat.

On Sunday it was Mummy's Day. The boys and I had brought Mummy a present, so we woke her up early to give it to her. We got her a notice board, a book on New Yoik and a pink biscuit tin - so she can keep Pepsi away from the biscuits. Pepsi loves biscuits.

Then I had a trip in Daddy's bag to Horsham - and I fell asleep till I arrived back in London. In the evening we watched lost - which is my fourth favourite TV Show after Midsommer Murders, Lewis and Criminal Minds.