I'm slowly deciphering the secret to drawers. I first realised that there were things hidden behind the walls a few weeks ago. Mum would open a drawer and pull out some Tupperware for me to play with while she cooked. I was happy sitting at her feet exploring the different shapes.

A little while later I ventured over to the drawer and peered into it. Oh, joy! There were all sorts of things that demanded my attention, so I had to work out how to get to them myself. I very carefully stood up at the drawer and reached in...then the drawer started to move back to the wall. I could only watch as it closed towards the wall and wedged my fingers inside the drawer. It took me a few seconds to realise that I was stuck and my fingers really hurt; then I yelled for help.

I've probably wedged my fingers in that drawer about five times, so I've now shifted my attention to the spice drawer. I can safely open this one myself and stand up at it to pull out all the little packets. It doesn't seem to want to close on me like the Tupperware drawer, thankfully.

The other drawer I like to poke around in is in the bathroom. There are all sorts of fun things in there, but Mum keeps taking me away, so I'll investigate it more fully when she's not around. The same goes for the toilet - I like to stand at it, hold onto the bowl, and peer in. But each time I start to reach in towards the water, Mum whisks me away. That just makes it all the more tantalising.

I'm now going to Gymbaroo once a week. I get to crawl around all this fun equipment and look at all sorts of interesting things. Or, that's what I'm meant to do. But both times I've been, all I've wanted to do is to cuddle Mum; so each time she put me down, I climbed straight up to her again. I don't mind going somewhere special to cuddle Mum for 45 minutes - that's fine by me!