Dad says my 'cheeky spell' is continuing and I have behaved more like a young dog than a 15 year old!
Today I pulled my bed out from its corner into the middle of the kitchen floor.
I wanted to play my favourite game "Where's the rat" with it! The game is very exciting,
you push your nose to and fro into the bed and make growling noises in case there is a rat hiding underneath.
The only snag is that the game takes up quite a lot of space on the kitchen floor.
This is awkward for anybody wanting to get past to make a cup of tea... but playing is more important isn't it?
Would you like to play "Where's the rat" with me, friends?