Rusty Fusty.

Errrr..... we went on a workywalkies, then a bus ride ..... to get on a train that didn't move!

Daddy wanted to go to a place called Kroo, to look at fusty rusty old trains. The one we went upsteps and into smelled all dusty fusty inside and I didn't have to do the usual 'Find a seat' for Mummy. All the seats were empty and some were missing. There were lots of rectangles on the walls with all sorts of squiggles and pictures on them. We went walking along some of the tracks that took us to right beside some other big beastie trains. They are hugenormous when we're not on the highfloor beside them like in a normal trainkennel place.

After guiding Mummy around all this dusty rusty fusty stuff, I got to guide her on the streets again and to the bestest place: Pets at Home!! Yippeeeee!! Hoovering time! This was followed by a few other shops before the 'Find the bus-stop' and then the journey home again.

2 photo:

Me 'hupped' at the front of the train that went nowhere. Maybe, when I re-tyre I could be a train driver?

Me sitting in front of the train that went nowhere. Daddy says it is called the APT and it was all wobbly when it went around bends.