Today I went to Glasgow Uni with mummy to give a talk. She likes to take me to new places and meet new people. This is fine by me as long as there are ceiling lights and lifts. Mummy knows some weird people, though. They talk for ages and ages. Mummy did her normal droning on but I was snuggled into her neck in my sling and was able to ignore most of it. Played with medium bashful lion and pyschology rattle on my mat while mummy droned on with other grown ups in a discussion group. We got stuck on the wrong floor becuase the lift stopped working but a nice man with a beard carried my buggy back up stairs (why do I meet so many men with beards when I go to work with mummy? And what's with the sandals? )
I am proud of my first talk. Mummy spoke most of it, but I helped with the slides. Daddy and I read my Boris story while she typed and I only cried a few times when I got VERY hungry. "kissy kissy kissy" says Boris ( he is a furry orange monster). "metacognition metakissy metakissy" says poor confused mummy's slides.