Friday 3 April
Amelia came with me to luncheon with Anne and Marie
at a little Italian delicatessen/cafe in DY.

Amelia found her hat in my bag of stuff:
(all what I might need) and decided to wear it.


After we went to the mall playground.





She investigated everything.
Every shop we pass by she went in
had a look around and wave good bye
to the shop assistants.

She tried all the rides

She kept on turning around and looking at
Steve
Irwin. (I thought he look a bit
scary)


she hugged this sign.

and folded and ran away with this one

After her bath she was walking
to the changed table wrapped up
in her towel, when she decide to
make a run for it.
Down the kitchen stairs, across
the living room and up the other
stairways. Twice.
Luckily the house was warm.
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