Theo’s diary!

What I did on my summer holiday By Theo Walcott Esq aged 8 1/2

I went to a place called Germany with my Uncle Sven and some other grown up’s. It is a country in Europe where a bad man called Adolf used to live with his nasties, he does not live there anymore, Uncle Owen does live there, and the grown up’s say I can’t talk about the bad man as it will make Uncle Owen cry if I do.

In Germany there are lots of castles and some mountains. We are staying
in a place called Baden Baden that’s a silly name, Uncle Frank has the same
name as his dad, that’s silly too, his mum must get their underpants mixed up
all the time.

On the aeroplane Uncle Sol sat next to me, he got me some toffee and
wants to be my friend, he works at the place where I do my YTS, so does Uncle
Freddy but him and Uncle Sol are not best friends anymore.

Uncle Owen met us at the airport, he talks foreign, Uncle Wayne, Uncle
Steven and Uncle David also talk funny, my mum says Uncle David talks
like Orville, he is a duck, Uncle Sol say’s uncle David wears dresses and
knickers, and asked me if I had ever worn them. Uncle Sol got me some
pop.

In Germany the grown ups are going to play football, my grandad says we
beat them in the olden days before my mum was born. That is a long time ago.

While the grown up’s went to play football so I went shopping with
Auntie Vicky and some other girls she bought me a big ice cream and got herself
a little one but she said she was full before she had eaten any and threw
it away. She bought lots of shoes and handbags and let me play with
Brooklyn.

She say’s she used to be in a pop band and sang me one of her songs, I
think she was telling fibs.

I told Uncle Sol about my day out with Vicky and he sulked, then he
bought me an even bigger ice cream with lots of hundred’s & thousands on it.

All the other grown up’s have a girlfriend except Uncle Sol so he plays
with me while they go out. Uncle Sven says I must keep Uncle Sol happy,
that’s why I got taken on holiday.

The grown up’s went to play Football against somebody called Sweden,
Uncle Sol was crying as Uncle Freddy played for them and would not talk to
him.
Uncle Sol bought me lots of toffee today and some crisps. Uncle Sven is
from Sweden and I heard him on the phone to their boss last night. Uncle
Michael hurt his knee and had to go home to his mum for a plaster. Uncle Peter
is a giant, a proper giant like you see in books, he is rubbish at football
though.

Uncle Wayne had a sore toe at the start of out holiday but it got better
so they let him play football. Uncle Sol got me a present but I do not like
it.
He says all Germans wear leather underpants and I should while we are
here, they are too tight for me.

All the grown up’s started to call Uncle Wayne a potato head who stood
on somebodys spuds. He got shouted at by the referee. They are all saying
that we have to go home now.

Uncle Sol was crying again and I had to sit on his knee to make him
stop. He had his mobile phone in his pocket, I think.