Shang-hai on lavender.

Me, Baba, Granny and Mummy went to our local lavender farm. Local? We all felt out of place. It was England, but Baba said it was more like Shanghai, however high that is. It must be high on Weibo and Renren recommendation list for older Chinese travellers.

The lavender smelt strong. Granny and Mummy picked it (well, Mummy didn't do much picking; she can't do that sort of thing). So it was down to poor Granny.

Me and Baba went to the playground. Minimum age three!

"20 months?.. that's close enough!" said Baba.

Of course, we didn't dare tell Granny!