Daddy worked nights last night. As soon as he'd gone to bed this morning, mummy was checking to see what time the zoo opened, then she fleeced his wallet and got my coat. I saw her do it. I wouldn't say she was desperate but we were whizzing through the harbour tunnel by half past nine.
Now I love these lone expeditions with my mum. She gets distracted by working out which lane she needs to be in and finding money to pay tolls, which leaves me free to do a Harry Houdini with the car seat - and what can she do about it when she notices anyway? Ha! As she's always telling me, she only has one pair of hands.
The best thing about Taronga Zoo is the shop. The aisles are so crowded that my mum can't push the buggy through without me reaching what I want. Today was a particularly good haul. I netted a hardback book, miniature echidna and koala mask just by refusing to let go of them. My mum was swearing a bit, which made the other customers stare. She eventually hands over the money and nobody gets hurt. She knows it makes sense.
Oh yes, and I saw some animals. I especially saw the platypus. As it's April 1st, I think someone's taking the micky - I've never seen anything like that at Chester. We got the cable car back up the hill because Daddy wasn't there to push me. I held mummy's hand for reassurance, but she still went a bit white.
This afternoon they took me to the RSL club for sunday lunch. Mummy says it's the only place in Sydney I'd get away with my table manners. Some of the ladies in there have purple hair. A couple of them smoke, though not near the food bit. I've learnt how to shout "faggin's disgusting" at the top of my lungs, which makes the olds cringe. My mum says it's the worst possible place to shout about fagging but I'll prove her wrong the next time we go down King's Cross.
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