Hello World,
This is my first public appearance!
Grandma says we've all been put on this earth for a reason and we'd better make sure it's a good one. Personally, I'd like to be a pirate, but she says I have to go to Somalia for that and I don't want to ever leave my Mummy and Daddy.
So here I am in training for A BIG CAUSE. Mum says it is a VITAL thing I'm doing, but I haven't quite got my head around that. (She also says it's vital that I eat my lunch, tidy my toys and work hard at my new school, so I'm not sure I like the sound of that.)
Here's the thing. In September I'm going to take part in a triathlon in Lacarno, in Switzerland. A bit of swimming and splashing around, a ride on my bike and a race against some big boys.
Dad's doing it too, and mum says he's become fanatical about getting into shape, but she says she loves me just the way I am.
They say I'm raising money for children in Kolkata (a long way away) who have NOTHING. No water, no dinosaurs, Toy Story or Peter Pan. Not even dragons! And often no food. I wish they could have mine. Mummy says I can't leave the table till I've eaten mine which makes me cross. But she doesn't know my secret weapon – Jack and Woody. (Jack is my little brother and Woody is the dog. And both of them hoover up my leftovers.)
So why can't the children in Kolkata have my food, I ask her. She says that if we put it all in a suitcase and took it on a plane, it wouldn't taste very nice when we got there. I saw Jack eying my wasted food in the dog bowl so I think I know what she means.
Here are some pictures of me in training. Actually we were having a barbecue but that was boring – lots of grown-ups standing around talking and drinking. But my cousin James helped me with some boxing. He said it would help me build up my s-t-a-m-i-n-a, just like my lego, a bit at a time.
Grandma gave me a picture of Ravi she took in Kolkata. He's a little boy who lives next to a railway track which is very DANGEROUS. He lives in a tent made of rags and wood and she says he must be my inspiration, whatever that means – but he does look sad and I would like to be his friend. Do you think he likes playing pirates?
By the way, my name is Harry.
And I am 3 years old.
