Next day we went to festival of champage. It involved a lot of pushing me around up and down big hills in a village - which Mummy and Daddy usually refuse to contemplate. Hmmmmm . . . Some old feller scratched our names on a wine glass with a buzzy machine - one of the glasses they gave us at the start of the village (weird, don't you think?) - and uncle john gave me a Nemo balloon, or was it mummy did that? Who cares . . . Daddy's still got the glass . . .