Renate, my place is in the front on Mummy’s lap. I promise. I am not made to be sitting in the boot of the car!!!
Ok, let me say it again from this side.
I need to get to Mummy! I need to sit on her lap!!!
You don’t understand.
I give up. Boo hoo! I can’t believe I have to sit with dinky George in the back. Grump!
May’s comment: She eventually gave in and stayed quietly in the back. But she did try all ways to get up front to sit with me – where she believes is her place. I would have relented if I was sitting in the back, but Renate stayed firm.
