Presenting the One and Only

There ought to be something I could say here about one picture and a thousand words, but I can't really think of anything to add here.

Mozambique Here I Came

Tricky grammar this one. I was in Mozambque and now I am back.
Actually at this precise point in time I'm asleep and this blog is being magically apparated direct from my streaming consciousness but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm just back from hols.
It was super-fabulous.
Pappa took the Burton Gurls (should that be the Burls? - ed) Daddy, Tim and I away. The really exciting piece about the passenger manifest was that for the first time in Burton family holiday history we had numeric gender parity - go testosterone. In practice there was a whole lot of sister-lurve flying around and Tim, Dad and I spent a bunch of time ducking, but it was great.

Piccies featuring
A very happy pappa on a horsey - a rare moment this, a picture on the Carmi blog sans Carmi.
Me and my Tissy and a horse, what do horses say, neigh.
Me swinging along a couple of grown ups who really don't have any excuse for not looking at camera - come on guys, please.
Me swimming, yup that's 100% feet of the floor flying through the water with no=one to hold on to me, with only two water=wings for company and only the occasional choking hacking spluttering sound. Yup, I am swimming.

Oh and a couple of other things thrown in for good measure.
My daddy is feeling a bit too jetlagged and tiredy to even pretend to be funny.
But it was one fandabedoozy holiday.

Yihay

Ridem Cowboy.
So here you see a proud denizen of what used to be Fleet St humbled by yours truly.
Actually Bob is enjoying this even as much as I am, it might not look exactly that way in the photo, but trust me, we were both having a great time.
Actually what really merits some aditional investigation is why my Malka seems to be enjoying the whole episode even more that either of us, answers on a postcard ...

Chappy Hanukah

'Twas the first night of Chanukah and my parents gave to me ...
Some crayons.
Actually if they had been really smart they could have got away with one crayon a night, but that would have been a bit parsimonious. Which brings me to mention that my vocabulary is really coming along these days.
I can even do a verse of the cat's in the cupboard, not that anyone else quite seem to believe my parents on this sort of stuff.