I.B.F.Fs: Forever My Sister

FADE IN:

EXT. FLOWER FIELD. DAY.

Sophie and Zura race along the field, laughing and playing tag amongst the falling rose petals. All the while, we hear Sophie narrate:

SOPHIE

(VO)

This is me with my sister, Zura. Zura and I make a great team. No, wait: make it a perfect sisterly pair. We are the best of friends, and we live together, snuggled in the safe, golden suburbs of our pyramid home.

Sophie hides behind a blossom tree. Zura screeches to a halt, and then looks around for her little sister, while she peers out from behind the tree, giggling.

SOPHIE

(VO, cont’d)

Zura and I do everything together, whether it’s playing tag on days like this or going to the park. We love each other more than Zura loves her friends at school. I know that every child is unique, but since she’s covered in bandages, Zura stands number one in my list of friendship trophies.

Sophie leaps out from behind the tree and tackles Zura to the ground, both of them plummeting into the grass below and lying sprawled out, head to head, laughing as butterflies flutter around them. The butterflies cover the screen and fly off, leading us to:

EXT. PARK - PLAYGROUND. DAY.

Sophie and Zura race in with Zura’s father Palm and spot the great big blue slide nearby.

SOPHIE

(VO)

One day, Zura and I went to the park. We spotted the slide and figured out if we could slide down.

ZURA

Come on, Sophie, race you to the slide!

SOPHIE

Not if I could beat you to it first!

The two girls laugh as they race towards the slide. Zura climbs up and slides down, and Sophie follows.

ZURA

Wheeeeeeee!!

Sophie just sits at the top of the slide, looking down nervously. SHe is feeling really scared.

ZURA

Come on, Sophie, give it a try!

SOPHIE

Erm…er…I..I can’t.

ZURA

You can’t?! Are you serious?!

SOPHIE

Yeah, I guess. I’ve never been down the big slide before.

ZURA

Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.

SOPHIE

(nervously)

I don’t think I can…

ZURA

I’ll catch you! Just be truthful to yourself. I promise.

Sophie concerns a minute, then slides down, crashing into Zura and landing on her bottom. Sophie begins crying loudly. Palm rushes into frame.

PALM

What’s the matter? Oh, Zura, you should’ve told me.

ZURA

Sorry, dad, Sophie was a bit too scared.

SOPHIE

I want to go home! I want to go hooome!

PALM

(sighs in irritation)

Oh my.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BACK OF CAR. AFTERNOON.

Sophie sits in her car seat crying, while Zura strokes her hair and comforts her.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREETS - THE NEXT DAY.

Sophie and Zura walk hand in hand across the streets towards the Wheelers’ house.

SOPHIE

(VO)

It had been almost a day since I hurt my bum, so as a little treat, Zura decided to take me to see the Wheelers. They’re a kindly old couple who set up face paint stands at school fairs, in case you’re wondering.

SOPHIE

I wonder how Mrs Wheeler would paint my face?

ZURA
Like a lion!

SOPHIE

Or a tiger?

ZURA
That’s a bit borrowing, isn’t it?

SOPHIE

Borrowing? This isn’t some copyrighted programme starring a cartoon dog, you know!

EXT. MR & MRS WHEELER’S HOUSE - DAY.

The two approach the front door, and Sophie knocks. Mr and Mrs Wheeler, a kindly old zebra couple, open the door and are delighted to see them.

MR WHEELER
Fancy seeing you here.

MRS WHEELER
What are you doing here?

SOPHIE

We’ve come for a visit!

ZURA
It was my idea. Sophie landed on her bum on the slide yesterday, so I thought it might be great if we went to visit you.

MRS WHEELER

Ah, good. Now come on in, I’ve got the face paints set up.

SOPHIE

Yay!

The two enter the house.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. WHEELERS’ LIVING ROOM. DAY.

Mrs Wheeler sits on her comfy pink chair with Sophie sitting on a green stool in front of her table, which is lined with colourful face paints.

MRS WHEELER

Now, how would you like your face painted? Lion or dragon?

ZURA

(O.S.)

Oh yes, Memphiles is looking forward to seeing me next week.

Sophie looks around and sees Zura talking with Mr Wheeler.

MR WHEELER

Seems like you haven’t seen Memphiles for years and years. Back in my day, people kept in touch with close relatives during the war via paper and pens.

ZURA

Ever since I was mummified and shipped away to Britain, I’ve been waiting ages to see him again. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I walk into his pyramid!

Sophie races in between Mr Wheeler and Zura, yelling:

SOPHIE

ZURA!

MR WHEELER
What? I’ve never heard such outrageous behaviour!

SOPHIE

Is it true that Zura’s leaving?!

MR WHEELER

We’ve just been talking about it.

ZURA

(a beat, then, sadly)

Yes, it’s true, I’m going away for two weeks.

Sophie feels downhearted. She sits on her stool and Zura sits next to her, comforting her.

ZURA
There there there, Sybs. It’ll be okay. Just be brave, develop courage and put up a stiff upper lip, just for those two weeks, until I return home. You can write to me if you want.

SOPHIE

Really?

ZURA

Yes. Just trust me.

SOPHIE

I hope I won’t trust you like I did when I fell off the slide.

ZURA

This is different. Sophie, coping without siblings takes a long time, but eventually, you’ll get used to them. Promise me you’ll be brave for me?

SOPHIE

Promise.

The two share a warm, snuggly hug.

MRS WHEELER

Well, this takes me back to my own grandmother’s house.

SOPHIE

Zura, there’s one more thing we need to do before you spend your last night here for now…

CUT TO:

INT. WHEELER’S LIVING ROOM - A FEW MOMENTS LATER. DAY.

Mrs Wheeler finishes painting Zura’s face with green face paint and white and dark green bits. Sophie’s face is already painted with yellow paint, almost like a lion. Once she finishes, she holds up a large handheld mirror to both their faces.

MRS WHEELER
What do you think?

ZURA/SOPHIE

Wow!/Chique!

MRS WHEELER
Now, can you give me a big, loud roar?

Both sisters take a deep breath, and…

SOPHIE/ZURA

RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR!!!

The two giggle and hug again.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WHEELER’S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

Sophie and Zura exit the house and wave goodbye to the Wheelers as they walk off into the sunset.

SOPHIE

(VO)

I knew I did something right, and from that moment on, I learned that I can cope without my sister by my side. When the day came, it was a day I won’t forget.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TRAIN STATION. DAY.

Sophie approaches Zura in happy tears, and shares one last hug with her. Zura sobs, and Sophie reaches into her pocket, taking out a friendship bracelet. Zura takes the bracelet and winds it around her arm, smiling. The two let go of each other’s hands, and Sophie runs away, wildly waving goodbye to Zura.

INT. BACK OF FAMILY CAR. DAY.

Sophie looks out the back window and waves goodbye wildly at Zura as her mother drives off into the sunset.

THE END.

The Memory Book Activity Guide

1.Ask the children to bring in photos of happy memories they spent with their parents or families, or when they were at school.

2.Tell the children that memory books are vital for keeping important memories like happy ones or sad ones.

3.Give each child a copy of the Bluey Memory Book activity page.

4.Ask them to stick their photos into the pages they were given.

5.Ask the children to put themselves in Hudson’s shoes. He is a foster child who had a bad start in life, but now is living a happy life thanks to Angel, his foster mother. Ask them the following questions:

• What is it like to be a foster child?

• Have any of you experienced a difficult situation in your family?

• All our families are different. What makes us one great family?

• Which of your friends act like family to you?

6.Explain to your class that you are now going to create a group photo using photos of them and their friends. Lay out a big piece of sugar paper on the table and ask them to stick these photos wherever they fancy on the page. Give them pictures of Bluey to stick around them.

7.Wrap up the exercise by reading The Memory Book to your class, then asking them how they felt when they heard the story being read to them.

The Memory Book

“He should’ve never been born!” cry my parents from the other room as I watch on in fear. My father is drinking again. Dad’s been going down to the pub ever since I turned 2. He started hitting my mother, calling her ‘fat’ and ‘useless’. My mum has a brilliant body, yet she’s still trying to keep in shape with her diet plan. She’s been trying hard not to eat any cakes or sweets, as she had a proper diet of protein foods before she gave birth to me. Then Mum started hanging out with this other man named Ron, and Dad couldn’t take it anymore. He committed suicide while I was at preschool, and when I got back, the first thing I saw was my dad, hanging by a noose in his room. Mum couldn’t take it anymore, so she phoned care, and there I was in a care home. I lived there for five years, and the other kids would refuse to be my friend. They wouldn’t even let me share the toys and snacks they had in the home. ‘Huddy Nuddy’ they would call me sometimes. One time, a brash older girl called me ‘Huddy Nuddy’ right in front of my face. I was so angry that I punched her in the face, so I had to be sent to my room. In fact, I was locked away for a whole week, with only my soft Bluey toy to keep me company. They brought me food in trays, and they never even let me go to school.

However, a ray of hope came when I turned 7. My social worker found this lovely woman called Angel, and they arranged for her to be my foster mother. I was glad to be out of this bewildering foster home prison. I ended up in this lovely house, with velvet curtains and pure white sofas and a bedroom of my very own. There was a fishtank on the bedside table with little goldfish swimming about, football posters hung up on the walls, Manchester United and Aston Villa and others, and soft toys of Mickey Mouse and Winnie The Pooh on my crisp blue bed. Angel was a tall, thin woman with blonde hair, pink lips and sapphire green eyes. There was also a TV in my room so I could watch Bluey. I took my Bluey toy with me when I transitioned into the care home, then into my new home. Bluey was the only comfort I could take in my life, as everyone in the care home was very annoying and loud and often laughed at me. Bluey featured simple lessons of friendship and family, and I try hard not to cry at the episodes where Bluey made a new camping friend or baby Bluey took her first steps towards Chilli. However, I do shed a tear thinking of my old mum - now that she’s with Ron, they’ve moved about somewhere, living in a flat and smoking fags over the loss of their dear son. Mum’s thinking of me too.

Years passed, and I made lots of new friends, and I’ve even been to a brand new school. Angel and I have made lots of memories together, and when I reached the age of 12, I had already started secondary school. “It’s time.” said Angel as she went into my room. I was sitting on my bed playing my Fifa ‘22 video game on my Playstation. I switched off the games console and and TV and swivelled round to face my foster mother. “Time for what?” I asked. “For me to return to the foster home?” My eyes filled up with tears. I didn’t want to go back to that dreadful place, neither did I want to get teased by those…those kids I used to call ‘my friends’. I couldn’t go to my old school either, because it was miles away. I dropped the game controller and ran to Angel, pounding my fists on her legs. “No! No, no!” I sobbed, “Please don’t take me back to the foster home! They’ll bully me and call me fat and everything!” Angel just laughed. “Why would I want to take you back to the foster home? Listen: we’re going to make a memory book of all the times you spent with me. Your Aunt Matilda is coming to visit tomorrow, and I want to remind her of all the times I spent with you as a foster mother. It’s lucky I printed out some photos I took with my phone, so you’ll know which ones go where.” I wiped away my tears and smiled. “Can Bluey help too?” I asked. “Yes, Bluey can help.” smiled Angel.

I ran downstairs and heard the whirring and whizzing of the printer as Angel printed out the Bluey memory book from my favourite show’s official website. Then we sat at the table with some Pritt Sticks and turned to the first page. I saw a line of blue, pink and yellow balloons and bunting, with a duck cake on the corner of the page. I smiled remembering. Bandit had tried to make the duck cake for Bingo’s birthday, but was on the verge of failing until Bluey cleaned up his mess. My favourite part of the episode was the montage of Bandit making the duck cake and Bluey cleaning up her zoo hospital. Angel took out a photo from the box and I saw a photo of me at 8, sitting at the table of a birthday party at my friend Wesley’s. We were all wearing red and yellow party hats, and a Spider-Man cake was placed right in the middle of the table. Wesley loved Spider Man, as he was his favourite Marvel superhero. He told me he wanted to be an actor for Marvel Studios someday, but that was at school. I remembered all the Spider-Man decor in his house, all the happy noises and all the party squeakers blowing. I got him a new Snuggle Up Chase plush, as he also likes Paw Patrol. When we played Pass The Parcel, there were multiple Spider Man wrappers leading to a Marvel Superhero Bubble Blower. The birthday tea was among delicious. We had sausage rolls, pork cocktail sausages, grapes, bananas and delicious Spider Man and Paw Patrol cupcakes. When the Spider Man birthday cake was laid out, everyone sang Happy Birthday and clapped loudly as Wesley blew out his red candles. Everyone got a piece, and I had to chow down on it. I never had a birthday cake this scrumptious before.

Angel and I turned over the next page, and it was lined with blades of wavy green grass, with Rusty and Jack dressed in their ‘Army’ attire. Army is the one I don’t cry through, and I like to spot all the little details that happen to the other kids at Rusty’s school, like Mackenzie sitting alone on the hill and Bluey and Honey gazing at the water trough. The next photo Angel took out was of me in my school uniform, with my Bluey backpack over my shoulder. I remembered my first day at my new school. I was so nervous I wanted to go home, but then this girl called Aliyah came up to me. She had brown, flowing hair and was wearing the same uniform as me, with pink, sparkly shoes like she’d been to Oz to retrieve them or something. She was wearing a Barbie backpack over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be nervous,” she said, “I was nervous too, until Mum said I could make some new friends.” “I’m Hudson,” I introduced. “You must be..er…” “Aliyah?” asked the girl, and she giggled shyly. I reached out a hand nervously. Aliyah reached out her own hand and held mine. We then skipped off through the school gates as I waved goodbye to Angel. I spent the whole day with Aliyah and came top in all my lessons. I didn’t mind making mistakes, especially when I spilled my lunchtime mug of milk all down my shirt and everyone in the dining hall laughed. I went into the changing room and found a new shirt right then and there. I told Angel all about it, and she just laughed and said, “Oh Hudson, those pupils do know your sense of humor. You should grow up to be a comedian someday.”

When Angel turned over the next page, I saw no sign of Bluey or her friends or family anywhere, but instead a huge monorail train that zipped over the page like it was in the famous Superman phrase. Angel held up another photo for me to see, this time it was of me with my Aunt Matilda and Angel. I remembered my first Summer away from my new school. Angel packed the car and we went off to Aunt Matilda’s house for a Summer visit. The drive was long, and there were various stops on the way to feel sick or use the toilet, but Angel didn’t mind. She knew what was best for me, as I was her foster son. Angel always wanted a child, but suffered fertility, which means she didn’t want something she always wanted in her life. I’ve heard the Bluey episode ‘Onesies’ dealt with fertility, and when I saw that image on my phone of Aunt Brandy playing with Bingo before she ran away like a wild cheetah cub in her mother’s pyjamas, I remembered how baby Bluey walked towards her mother in Baby Race. One child goes towards her parent, one child leaves. This is what sent many Australian people into tears. We had to stay in a hotel, and a one-room suite was booked for both of us. I had a bath in this small tub, and then brushed my teeth and slept in the most comfortable bed I could ever sleep in. One of the hotel staff left a chocolate on my pillow, and I took it with me to Aunt Matilda’s. It was a Mini Milk Chocolate Orange. We saw many sights along the way - people selling things at markets, people going about their business, we even saw The Sea Odyssey Giant Spectacular at one point. You know what? I’m scared of that wooden giant little girl puppet. I ducked when I saw her - I thought she was going to step on our car and squash us until we were pancakes for her breakfast. Luckily, she didn’t, and we made it to Aunt Matilda’s in time. It was nice being at Aunt Matilda’s. I could watch TV whenever I want, have takeouts from Domino’s Pizza or McDonald’s every Tuesday and take baths with hot water and lavender bubble bath before bedtime.

The next page was covered with glowing stars and moons, and had a smartly dressed Bluey and Bingo guiding their cousin Muffin along the page. Muffin never fails to make me laugh. Sure, she can be loud and aggressive, but sometimes she can be well-behaved. On the page, she looked like she drank 10 bottles of whiskey and then went for a night out on the streets with Bluey and Bingo. It was my turn to hold up a photo. It was of me and my friend Jack during my sleepover. I named my friend Jack because he hasn’t known his name yet, neither had his mother and father. The best thing about staying at Jack’s house was that he had a drumkit and guitar in his bedroom, so whenever we hung out, we wrote rock songs and formed our own band, pretending to engage in band practice every single day. One time, we entered the school talent show with our original song, ‘Blue Fur’, which was a rock n roll tribute to Bluey. Guess what? We won first prize! Jack also had a trampoline outside, and he also had a dog called Sparky. Well, at least Sparky had a name, but Jack didn’t have a name yet. So, I had to go with Jack. On sleepovers, you can do whatever you want - at least, that’s what I found out from watching Horrid Henry on TV once - flooding the bathroom, bouncing on the bed, doing spraypainting…with Jack, it’s twice the fun. Trampolining and rock n roll - awesome! His father is a lead guitarist in a local band, and they travel round the country in a huge blue and yellow van with graffiti on it. He always drums at the dinner table using his drumsticks, and this sends Jack and me into fits of giggles. Jack’s bed has a Paw Patrol cover on it, and it has a few biscuit crumbs at the bottom, but Jack doesn’t mind sharing it with me. I had no sleeping bag anyway, so I just have to make do with Jack’s bed, his Paw Patrol covers and my own football pyjamas.

When I took out the next page, it was beautifully laiden with whitish-pink shells, and Bluey was in the corner, wearing suncream and zinc like she had transitioned to tribal life, and holding a shell in her paw. I looked at the next photo - it was of me in the forest by myself. I remembered that day. Angel and I went for a walk in the forest. I was holding Angel’s hand, but she told me she was a big boy and could walk across the forest by myself, so I let go, and just like that, I marched across the forest confidently and proudly like a big boy. Along the way, I spotted some things that would be found in nature, such as pinecones or twigs or leaves.Angel followed far behind, so that I could keep track of where I was going. Along the way, we met a dog-walker with a friendly yet daft dog who kept ripping up grass and eating it. I also found a pile of leaves. Our walk took place during Autumn, so I jumped in and played and wiggled about in the leaves, having such fun that I instantly forgot about my terrible start in life. We also had a picnic of sandwiches and lemonade, and then we got back in the car, and I felt really sleepy, so Angel had to carry me all the way home.

The final page had Bluey and Chilli in the corner. Bluey was pointing at her ears, while Chilli was wearing a towel, had a pink stripe on her ear and had hair clips in her fur. This was from Hairdressers - you know, the one where Bluey and Bingo give Bandit severe nit treatment. CBeebies cut out a scene where Bluey and Bingo flourbombed Bandit because they didn’t want anyone trying this at home. The final photo was of me sitting in a car seat at Kidz Kutz, with a new hairstyle. I remember going to Kidz Kutz. For those older parents reading this, you may recognise Kidz Kutz from shows on CBeebies like Something Special and My First, but it felt like I was with Justin in that Something Special episode set just there. I was seated in a yellow Spongebob Squarepants chair as they shampooed my hair with kid-friendly, apple-scented, nit-free shampoo. They washed, dried, rinsed and combed my hair until it shone like a golden treasure hidden under the sea. After my haircut, I smelled so fresh it felt like an apple tree was planted in my brain and then grew out of my head. Everyone at school adored my new haircut, and I even played fashion models with Aliyah, Jack and Wesley during free play time.

“There! That’s just about it!” said Angel as we stuck the last photo in. “Are there any more?” I asked. “We’ll do some more someday, Hudson. Now get some sleep. We need to be well rested if we’re set to see Aunt Matilda tomorrow.” We sat down to watch some Bluey on Disney+, then we had beef burgers and mash for dinner. I had to sit Bluey at the table too, because she loves eating dinner with her family. I remember in Bedroom there was a montage sequence which featured Bluey talking to her family at dinner, and then during the ending montage in Curry Quest there are two sequences set at dinner: one which featured Tiger Bingo and Bandit talking with Chilli and Bluey about their little adventure, and another during Bandit’s work trip with Bluey, Bingo and Chilli eating dinner at the table. I remember once they video called Bandit too. I once wrote a story for class about me living with Bluey and Bingo and aiding them in games to help them cope while Bandit is away. I also remember re-doing the fair scene to have Bingo as a butterfly, me as a lion and Bluey as a seafaring pirate. In my story, Bandit was also struck down with malaria, but was given a vaccine and everything was better. I later had a bath, brushed my teeth and clambered into bed. I said goodnight to Bluey, my goldfish and finally Angel, whom I whispered: “Thanks for everything.”

The next day, Aunt Matilda came and greeted us with hugs and kisses. “Hello, love, what have you been up to this week?” asked Aunt Matilda. “We’ve been working on a project to show how much memories we made since I adopted Hudson.” Angel replied. “Ooh! I love a good memory book,” smiled Aunt Matilda, clapping her hands like a seal in a circus, “Let’s have a look, shall we?” My pages were already laid out on the table. Aunt Matilda was moved seeing all those happy memories: my party at Wesley’s, my sleepover at Jack’s, my first day at a proper school, my road trip, my first time walking in the woods by myself and my haircut at Kidz Kutz. Once she saw all this, Aunt Matilda gave Angel a hug. “Thank you so much for including Hudson in our lives,” she smiled, shedding a little tear, “I’m just so glad he’s come to stay.” “I know, he’s had a bad start in life, but with him in my care, I feel like I’ve earned something I’ve wanted.” “Oh yes, I’ve heard terrible news about fertility these days, some mothers can’t be bothered to have children.” “Or maybe their babies are born small!” I piped up. “Born…small?” asked Angel. “What he means is, you wanted something, but you could’ve never gotten married. You were single. Still, it’s fun having him around, and he will be your son forever more.” advised Aunt Matilda. Hearing this, I ran to Aunt Matilda and Angel and gave them both a big hug. “Forever?!” I cried, “You mean, like, forever and ever and ever? Happily ever after?!” “Yes, of course.” smiled Angel. “Hooray!” I cried.

Later that evening, I wrote a letter to my support worker, whose named Tammy. The letter went:

“Dear Tammy,

Thank you so much for taking me in with Angel. She is a really nice woman and over the past few years we’ve had lots of fun. Sleepovers, parties, walks in the woods, road trips, almost anything that brought us together. Most families have hard lives. Mine had, but you were here to pick the perfect foster mother for me. I’m so happy, and you should be too. Thank you once again for giving me a happy life. I love Angel, and I send my best wishes to you.

Love,

Hudson.”

Angel and I sent the letter off the next day. Tammy was having her morning coffee when she heard the post come clattering through the door. She put down her sky blue mug and ran to the door to get the post. The letter was coloured blue, like her mug, and addressed to her. She opened the letter, and read my thanks and wishes to her. She was deeply touched, and moved to tears by what she had read. And Tammy, Angel, Aunt Matilda, if you’re reading this, I have one more word of thanks to tell you whilst I’m still breathing:

Keep on being the best people that can support me, no matter what.

THE END.

Just Say The Word!

When you worry about teeth and dentists...

When you get stressed...

Just say stop!

The Magic Gloves

Grow Up, Little Finn

When I saw my support worker yesterday, I found out that Finn had grown! He's getting to the stage where he's finding things that are edible. Putzell was there, but thank god she didn't eat him. My support worker has told Putzell one too many times not to eat Finn, and she has kept her promise.

Music Time!

Bluey Season 3 On Disney+!

Bluey Season 3 has just landed on Disney+, and guess what? I love it! I've never seen such a series before, so it might be a good time to talk about the episodes. My highlights in particular. First, there's Bedroom. I like the montages of Bluey and Bingo sorting out their bedrooms, having dinner and taking a bath before bed, with Bluey blowing bubbles and Bingo being shampooed. Adorable! Next, there's Curry Quest. I love the ending montage of Bluey, Bingo and Chilli spending the six weeks without Bandit, having dinner and video calling him, and the school fair with Mackenzie's mum face-painting other kids. Pass The Parcel is my favourite, every birthday party is colourful and unique.

Chucky - Fun Centre

Lila - Park

Jasper - Soft Play

Buddy - Water Park

Pom Pom - Her House

Muffin - Stables

Missy - Pool

Rain is an absolute favourite of mine. When you sync it to Little Big Town's 'Stay' it creates beautiful combinations of Bluey's dialogue-free rainy day adventure and the emotional vocals of Little Big Town to create something only I could bring to life, much like what I did for Zenimation and Star Wars Galaxy Of Sounds. As for Tina, she is never shown in the flesh, but I can describe her as a white dog with orange ears and red, blue and yellow patches all over her body. Explorers sees everyone at school going home - I could see Calypso talking with parents about their childrens' progress, and when it is Coco's turn to go home, I could see one of Coco's big siblings texting on her phone. When I saw Whale Watching, I imagined me, Luke, Resus, Cleo, Bluey and Bingo playing and splashing in the open sea, swimming with whales and getting in touch with our natural instincts. Faceytalk shows a full screen view of video boxes with Bluey, Bingo, Muffin and Socks each talking, ala the Elmo's Playdate special, but I have one theory for this: this episode may be set during the Coronavirus pandemic, and while the Heelers are staying safe, they are video calling Muffin and Socks so they could get in touch with them. There's a Bluey handwashing song online if you want the full print out. Ragdoll had the weirdest sequence that was my favourite part of the episode - when Bluey tastes Splice ice cream, she has this trippy vision of sliding down a slide of green liquid, splashing down into green water and stepping on orange-yellow floaties in a world with green waterfalls. I know, it sounds like I made it up, but it's sadly true. As for Fairytale, I loved all the bits where Bandit hung out with his brothers Stripe and Rad in the '80s - playing arcade games with Stripe, having fish and chips, eating mini cereal, and all those flashbacks about drinking apple juice, playing video games and riding bikes...wow. All that nostalgia crammed into seven minutes.

This is the best series I've ever seen on Disney+ in my entire life! If I wrote Bluey, it would become a best selling book series, but no, Joe Brumm had to make it first. Good luck, Joe. Keep making new episodes!

I.B.F.F Diaries: Bedroom Support For Learning Base Activity Guide

1.Read the first chapter of I.B.F.F Diaries: Bedroom to your students.

2.Ask your students what their worst fear is, like Bingo’s fear of losing Floppy to Lola.

3.Students can draw their worst nightmares down on a piece of paper. Bring out three hollow buckets, or one for each child.

4.Next, encourage your students to rip up their drawings and sprinkle them into the buckets so that they can go away.

5.Explain to students that when we get new things, confronting something new is the scariest thing we are ever to do in our lives, but luckily we managed to find a solution, like taking a comforter to the dentist or doctor, or leaving on a nightlight by their bed every night.

6.Next, encourage your students to write down their best memories from when they were at preschool or when they were babies or toddlers, inspired by my baby photos from the story.

7.Have each student share their story with the group.

8.Ask students how they felt during this activity, and how it helped them confront their fears. Confronting fears is a normal part of mindfulness, and can help us reason with what we fear most whether it’s an upcoming doctor’s appointment or a trip to a noisy restaurant.

I.B.F.F Diaries: Bedroom

Saturday, August 1st

Dear Bluey,

I’m writing this diary entry to make sure you know that I love you. I knew that from the moment you took your first steps. I was in the kitchen washing the dishes when that happened. I felt like nothing happened for the whole day, except for stinky cloth nappies, mushy baby food and drool-covered baby toys. But suddenly, this milestone happened that’ll change how I view your life forever. You were crawling backwards into the kitchen while I was doing the boring dishwashing task. You reached your hand up and grasped the bar on the kitchen cabinet, your eyes aimed at me like a Nerf gun aiming for its target. You stood up on your wobbly legs while your bones were still strong, and then you let go. There was no looking back. You walked one step at a time towards me. When I turned, my expression was unexplainable as I watched you walk towards me. I was moved to tears as I picked you up and whirled you round, ending with a big hug. Regressing to the times you were a baby may be the times I learnt to be the one who loved you the most, but now I’m clearing out your nursery just for you.

We discovered it sometime yesterday while you were at school. There were so many baby toys - squeaky bath toys, your old yellow rubber duck, your favourite tummy time gym and a ukulele which I used to help sing you to sleep. You, Bingo and Bandit helped me clear it out, as we had never been in this room for three years. Everything was dusty and needed a good clean out, but it still had that lemon baby powder smell, even if there was a changing mat and table in there. I remember when Bandit tried to change your nappy - he hated the task, even when your nappy was filled with poo. It was disgusting to him, and I’m laughing a bit just thinking about it. Watching you strum the ukulele I used during bedtimes in the past makes a slab of butter fall onto my heart and melt like a fried egg in a frying pan.

And now, I’m staring at your cot, in tears over such memories that have come back to me. I remember the bedtimes that were as memorable as the days I spent playing with you and taking you to the mother-baby group. I’d give you a nice warm bath with lots of bubbles and your favourite yellow rubber duck, as the scent of lavender filled the air. I would then massage you with lotion and pamper you with baby powder whilst I fetched you a clean, natural nappy. Then I’d take you into your nursery and read you a bedtime story or sing a lullaby using my ukulele. I would sing this song to you, and I still remember it to this day.

“Lullaby, hushabye, rockabye bed,

Close your eyes and rest your head

Someday I will soon let you see

That no one will love you more than me.”

Bandit would attempt to sing the song, but he’d forget and sing some silly lyrics, and you’d burst into fits of laughter. I’d do too. I’d kiss you goodnight and turn out the light, leaving you sleeping peacefully. Now, the time has come to turn your nursery into your very own bedroom, just for your sake, to see how much you’ve been gifted.

Love,

Chilli.

Next door, Sybil and her siblings Luke, Resus and Cleo were looking through old baby photos. Sybil took out a photo of her with Dig. “That was from when Dig was getting used to me.” said Sybil. “Yeah, he was a friendly dog. He liked new friends.” said Cleo. “And I remember when you first met Lulu,” said Luke, “You were frightened at first, but then you saw that Lulu was the friendliest leech ever.” Sybil next took out a photo of her without a nappy, and Alston trying to change her nappy. Resus blushed, and Cleo and Luke laughed. “Don’t laugh at me, it’s just that whenever my dad changed her I would look away. Changing nappies is all about poo and bottoms.” “That’s what changing nappies is for,” said Cleo, “It’s all about poo and bottoms.” “I remember when Niles tried to change my nappy too - he kept wearing my nappy on his head!” laughed Sybil, then she took out another photo. It was of Luke with her and baby Bluey. “Wasn’t Bluey cute back then?” asked Luke. “And…and…that’s me.” “You were an excellent big brother to me,” Sybil smiled, “I feel like you were the strongest, most protective of the family, and you still are. The way you touch, kiss and cuddle me is beyond what any big brother could do.” In fact, Luke was heartwarmed by all of them. “I loved those times. Resus and Cleo helped me make these possible.” Luke grabbed Sybil and cuddled her. She felt like she regressed 5 years and was back to being a baby in Luke’s arms, being bathed in a little tub with lots of bubbles, being cradled in the parents’ arms and playing with her new siblings.

The heartwarming moment was broken by the sound of the telephone ringing. Sybil ran to answer it. I was on the other end of the phone, next door. “Hi, Bluey’s mum!” Sybil said. “Hi, Sybil, I just wanted to tell you that Bluey has just got a new bedroom. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if you and your siblings came over to visit it. Besides, I don’t mind visitors coming to our house, especially some of Bluey’s friends when they go on a playdate.” “Bluey’s got a new room? That’s great!” Sybil squealed. “Well, I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye!” I said, and we both put down the phone. Sybil raced up to Luke, Resus and Cleo and told them everything. They were excited to hear that Bluey got a new bedroom, so they asked their parents if they could come over to Bluey’s house. When they said yes, the four kids raced over to our house and ran upstairs to see the new bedroom.

When they approached the two rooms that lead into Bluey’s new room and Bingo’s bedroom, they couldn’t believe it. The sun was shining into the bedroom - Bluey’s yellow duvet covers shone like new, and the watermelon rug glowed a bright red in the light. The chair in the corner of the room stood wise yet new. Nearby, Bluey was tucking one of her soft toys into a cardboard box. “Hi, Bluey!” Sybil called. “Hi, mate!” called Bluey, “Have you checked out my new room yet?” “We already did!” said Resus, “And it’s beautiful, not to mention there’s just the right amount of sunshine to make your room like any other playroom.” “It’s a big improvement turning your old nursery into your own room.” Sybil said. She breathed in the air. “And it smells of lemonade, too.” “You like it?” said Bluey. She reached up to the window and took out a bottle of body spray titled ‘Lemonade Sweetness’. “That’s because my body spray, which I use as an air freshener, does smell like lemonade.” “Is it me or does it smell of strawberry lemonade?” asked Luke. “There’s another body spray ont the windowsill.” “This one’s called Strawberry Lemon.” “Maybe we can use it to mark Bingo’s room with the scent too!” said Cleo. “Mark?” I said. “But only dogs mark their territory. Dig never wees, although he has exposed wee that he uses to mark his territory.” Sybil took the Strawberry Lemon body spray and ran into Bingo’s room yelling, “Wheeeeeeeeee!!”

Bingo didn’t notice Sybil arriving. “Wheeeeeeee!” she cried, and aimed the body spray all around the place like she was a mad gunner on the track of killing people. “This is for you, Bingo!” “Sybil! Yay!” cried Bingo, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. I’m telling you, she is the best six year old anyone had ever seen, especially when she acts as crazy as Bluey and Bingo with Bandit. She waved her body spray around in the air screaming and yelling while from Bluey’s room, Luke, Resus, Cleo and Bluey cheered her on. When everyone had calmed down, Sybil knelt down to Bingo and said, “Now, I’m spraying your room so that Bluey would recognise your scent.” “Mmm-hmm,” muttered Bingo. “You sure you’re putting Floppy in your room?” “Of course,” said Bingo, “Why couldn’t I? Floppy is my favourite toy.” “You’ve been telling everyone about your dream where you and Floppy were floating around through Space.” Sybil smiled, “And did you know about the time when you got confronted by a killer rabbit called Lola?” “A little,” said Bingo. She got a little frightened. “It almost turned into a nightmare, but I moved all the rabbits that were floating around Saturn to a fresh green pasture, and they turned into real rabbits.” “What’s she on?” asked Resus. “Don’t worry, Bingo, Lola only appeared once. She’ll never appear in your dreams again.”

Sybil looked around and saw a drawn picture of Lola on Bingo’s wall. He was an aggressive, grey and black rabbit with red, evil eyes and sharp teeth, and a pocket knife in his hand. “Luke!” called Sybil, and Luke ran into the room and partially transformed his hands into werewolf paws. He tore up the drawing and ripped it into a million pieces. He lifted the pieces up into the air and howled. “Hooray!” cried Bingo. “This is for all the times you’ve tormented Floppy, Lola, don’t you dare bother her in her dreams ever again!” Luke ran over to the window and was about to throw them out when he saw a kookaburra in his nest. “Sssssshhh,” said Bingo, “This is a symbol of motherhood.” Everyone walked up to the window and watched the kookaburra sleeping in its nest. It was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. Memories of birth and babyhood came back to Bingo, as from the day she was born she was a friendly addition to the Heeler family.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Sybil whispered. “Not as beautiful as my new room.” said Bluey. Her face fell. “I’ll never see pretty sights like this again.” “I’ll draw a picture for you and put it up on your bedroom wall tomorrow. It is the Summer holidays after all.” “To think of a kookaburra,” said Bluey. They all held out their pinky fingers and held each other by them. “To think of a kookaburra,” they all said softly. Suddenly, Sybil heard her mum calling. “Sybil! Kids! Time to come in!” “Coming!” Sybil called, and she raced downstairs and out the door with her siblings as Bluey, Bingo and I waved goodbye to them. Bingo went upstairs and placed Floppy on her bed. She stared at Floppy for a long time, then she glanced at the kookaburra in its nest outside. She thought about Lola chasing her and Floppy all across a dark void, and just as the thought of Floppy being sliced down her chest reached her mind, Bingo grabbed hold of Floppy in tears and hugged her. She remembered the pinky promise she made with her friends, and knew there was nothing to worry about. Outside, Bluey saw the photo of her as a baby with Sybil as a baby and Luke by their side on our neighbours’ doorstep. She ran inside to show us.

At dinner, Bluey told us everything. “I just found one of Sybil’s baby photos, and I saw that she used to hang out with me and her big brother Luke.” Bluey was sitting on the photo so it could be a surprise to her family. “Oh yeah, I remember these times,” I smiled, “Those were happy ones.” “Happy is as happy goes,” said Bandit, “I remember when I was a pretend Steve Irwin, looking for koalas in our house.” “I thought he hunts crocodiles,” said Bingo. “He hunts koalas, I knew it, I knew the truth the moment I saw him on the telly.” Bandit replied. “Koalas are endangered, they don’t get hunted.” I said in a concerned manner. “Oh yeah?” said Bluey. She sat up and took out the photo. “That’s you?!” squealed Bingo, “Aaaaawwww, you were so cute!” “And Sybil was such a sweetie.” said Bandit. “Luke was a good help too, even though he’s a werewolf, he does show a little soft side.” He prodded his tummy to show how soft it is. “Bandit!” I hissed, “Don’t poke your bellybutton, we’re eating!” “Yeah, don’t you know your manners?” said Bluey, “I got this photo and I think I’m going to put it up on my wall the moment I go to bed tonight.” “I don’t think so, it must be Sybil’s. We should return it in the morning. For now, you can keep it by your bedside.” I announced. “Let’s continue eating.”

At bathtime, I washed Bingo with shampoo to keep all the nasty nits out, while Bluey blew bubbles that floated around the bathroom. Bluey held her nose and ducked down into the bath. She pretended she was swimming under the sea, exploring a paradise that was only found under the vast, blue ocean and nowhere else in the world.

McDonald's Again

You'll never guess where I've been with Lee-Anne today - McDonald's! That's right, I had the same things as the last time I went, only this time I had a squidgy, icky, yummy chocolate brownie! Unfortunately, I was feeling a little queasy, so I asked Lee-Anne to take me back home. Still, it was fun while it lasted!