Our Gran is a fine specimen of a marsupal matriarch. Today she led our grumbling procession out of our comfy bedrooms, down three flights of stairs and had us shoving each others' bums to scrabble into any tiny space we could find in the car. We would have rebelled after Horri tumbled down the first flight, but she nipped our ankles and we kept going. It's probably just as well that she did, because the big humans kept stomping about loading enormous bags of party foods and goodies and all sorts of other holiday essentials on top of us. Still, it meant we had lots of new tunnels to smell amongst all the luggage. We think the big humans saw some of us, but the little ones covered up for us.
It wasn't too long before we stopped and our tunnels were turned upside down when the big hairy human shoved a big grey box on top of Baby Rosie! I didn't know what to think because I was snuggled up on top of a box called a satnav which was keeping me warm and which they hadn't used. I know the word satnav because the big pretty human was shouting it at the big hairy human as they drove round and round lots of concrete valleys which looked the same. Finally it got quiet, until the big hairy human disturbed us - partly by throwing some of us into bags on a trolley, and partly by smelling of Japanese food - yum! I was lucky. I got to go in the Sunlandertrane.
When we were in there, the small boy humans played together, and the small girl human met another of her kind to speak to. It was a bit cramped to eat, but nobody noticed me following the big hairy human to the club car where he drank tins of things with his friends and watched policemen help a lady who had too many tins to drink. He also learned about special wine for diabetic people, and about taking a cargo ship to horn island. The big adults also took pity on the people crowded at the door with paper tubes in their mouths until the train stopped, and humans discussed whether or not the one who looked like Fabio would asphalt the American one. This seemed confusing to the big hairy human, but then they realised that the old hairy human had missed out on some of the conversation about what you do with asphalt.

Bedtime was fun because I snuggled into the big hairy human when I couldn't climb up to the other three beds.