Hello World,

I have just returned from the Locarno Triathlon where the wind blew, the rain poured and I did my very best for the children of India. Mummy says it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park but I know that already because I ran as fast as my legs would let me.

All of us children were allowed a grown up with us so we didn’t get confused or run off in the wrong direction because it was confusing with so many of them shouting out our names. Uncle William was my triathlon buddy but Daddy said I had a bigger team of helpers at each changeover point than Jenson Button at any of his pit stops.

We all got very wet but at the end we were given a bag with a T-shirt, hat and cookie in it for finishing our triathlon. Uncle Will said he was very jealous because they didn’t have a T-shirt big enough for him and he had completed the race, too. I think he was hoping for a bite of my cookie, but then so was my brother Jack.

Afterwards, the rest of the Push Team completed their triathlon for VITAL which took another day. Vonny was the best, though, because she had a bad leg and still completed her swim, cycle and run.

But at the end I got the best prize of all – Uncle Andy told me the best story in the world about dragons that went on forever!

So Mummy says that all I have to do now is thank all of you who have donated to the children. And to ask anyone who hasn’t to just give a little amount if you can afford it. Oh, and she says that I’ve done my very best, so can you do your very best, too!


My name is Harry.

And I am 3 years old.

Warming up with Uncle Will


Lining up for the start

Speedy change for my bike ride

I get by with a little help from my friend

Finished the race and claimed the prize

Won the hat, wearing the T-shirt

Eating my prize. It's OK, Jack got some too

And afterwards, a story for being a good boy

And thank you from the Kids

Hello World,

Back from my holidays just in time to compete in my own garden Olympics.

Grandma sent me a picture of the torch as it sailed past her balcony but Mummy said I couldn’t light one of my own. Spoilsport! 

A clear round on my horse gave me a gold but Mummy said it didn’t count because there was no-one else taking part – so I couldn’t have a Mini Magnum for a prize. When I explained to Daddy that I was disappointing the dragons and pirates who had also been taking part, he said Mummy’s word was law. But he slipped me a Fruit Shoot as he thought that perhaps my horse was thirsty and we must always look after our animals.

While I was away, I perfected jumping into the swimming pool without my armbands. Mummy said I must try not to do it in the deep end as she may not always be there to fish me out. 

And at last I have a bike with stabilisers. I am practising each day but it is hard remembering to point the bike and turn round the pedals at the same time. And then I forget I am using the breaks when I am pedaling hard – so I don’t move at all. It is very complicated. 

Daddy and the big boys at the studio will be joining me at The Locarno Triathlon to raise more money for VITAL. Last year they built a well for the children in Kolkata but we need a lot more money this year to grow the school. Wish me luck and please help my friends in India.


My name is Harry.

And I am 3 years old.


PS  Vonny says that if you want to know more about the poor children, you should visit http://vitalforchildren.org/

It’s closer than going to India!

The Olympic Torch

Winning the Gold!

My new bike

Support the cause!

Give generously to my friends

Hello World,


School is over and I’m sad even though I’m on holiday for the summer. That’s because I won’t see Murray and Abraham until September They are my best school friends. But when I see them again, I will have had my big race in Switzerland and will have lots of adventures to tell them about.


Mummy has suggested that we keep a scrapbook diary together so that I remember everything that I will have done – but that sounds like work and I like playing best of all.


Last week we had a VITAL stand at the Summer Fair in Mayfair to raise money for the children. Lucy and Mia were selling bottles of water but it was also dropping out of the sky so nobody wanted to buy any. They should have been selling hot tea which comes from India, like the children, which grown-ups like. I like Fruit Shoots or milk. So does Cecelia who was at the Summer Fair, too, except her tooth fell out when she was taking the top off her Fruit Shoot. She didn’t mind because it meant the Tooth Fairy was coming to visit her that night to leave something nice under her pillow. 


Because it was cold, not many people wanted the choc ices either. But when Mithra gave them away (he says charity begins at home), everyone wanted them!


My name is Harry.


And I am 3 years old.




Visit the children yourself on http://vitalforchildren.org/


It’s closer than going to India!

I love my school

They love their school, too

Charity begins at home!

Hello World,

On Saturday I went swimming. I can now easily swim the length of the big pool with my armbands but my little brother Jack thinks that he can just jump into the water without them. My Mummy says that one day he will be a little fish because he is fearless. I say he will be a big whale because he eats so much.

Even in the water Jack follows me around. Mum says I should look after him but she doesn’t understand. I bet she doesn’t spoil Daddy’s games.

On Sunday it was Father’s Day and I gave Daddy a card that I made with Amy. We went to visit Grandpa because he is Daddy’s daddy. 

When I went onto Grandma’s terrace to feed the ducks below, I saw that her watering can was broken, so I mended it. She was so pleased that she said she would buy me a bike with stabilisers because she said that time was running out – it’s only 70 days to my big competition. I had to tell her that it was me who was running – me and some big boys – but she said that time races by, too.  I asked her, when you boil an egg, who wins – the egg or the timer? She said neither – just the little boy who eats the egg. She said that most of the little children in India are starving and someone called Mother Teresa said that happiness is a bowl of rice. But all children prefer ice cream to eggs and rice. Silly Grandma!

Later I got hot and poor-poor so Mummy let me rest in the cool on the sofa with Teddy and watch CBeebies without Jack. Lucky me!

My name is Harry.

And I am 3 years old.

PS  Vonny says that if you want to know more about the poor children you should visit http://vitalforchildren.org/

It’s closer than going to India!

Uncle Will and naughty Jack!

Looking after little brother

Happiness is a bowl of rice