Wednesday is Swimming Day and guess who turned up today to join the fun? Nanni, that’s who.
This is Faris, by the way.
I have taken over the Daily Blog again. I am sure Nanni would have given you a very accurate account of our day together but I kind of thought you might prefer my version of events.
Apparently Nanni travelled “cross country” to meet us at Epsom Railway Station. When she says “cross country” she sounds rather proud of herself but, honestly, cross country is what Daddy is doing
this Saturday when he takes his Trusty Bike on the London to Brighton Off-Road Cycle Ride in aid of the British Heart Foundation. I am very proud of Daddy for doing this and I will be meeting him at the finish, along with my friend Sam and his Mum.
Plus my Mum, of course, but then, she’s always there. Wherever I am, she’s there. I like it like that. You see what I mean, I am sure, Nanni travelling cross-country on a train is not the same as the Real Thing, even if she did save lots of money
by doing so.
Still I was really, really pleased to see her, especially as she had brought me a present. It was a soldier, a proper guardsman with a bearskin
hat and golden buttons on his coat - just like the soldiers the Queen has outside Buckingham Palace. Though my soldier was a woolly one, made out of knitting which is something Nanni does quite a lot. Nanni says the soldier’s name is Solomon Soldier
which strikes me as being a bit of a daft name. Still, I suppose we can call him Solly for short. That’s not so bad.
Nanni says all the time she is knitting,
she thinks of the person she is knitting for. Her next job is to knit two pears for my Cousin Eleanor. I have no idea why she is knitting pears for Eleanor but I am sure she will enjoy thinking of Eleanor while she knits. I eat pears
now, did you know? Though not knitted ones, I eat the regular variety. It’s all part of being weaninged, which I know I have told you about before. Being weaninged is just the greatest fun. Give me a pear puree, or butternut squash,
or just about anything and I can get it in my hair, my ears, up my nose, down my neck and all over the floor. I have it down to a fine art. Mummy says I am a “rascal.”
My Swim Buddy Oliver came swimming too, along with his Mum. Oliver has a new trick, it is called “clapping”. Nanni seemed to think that this was amazingly smart, she kept telling Oliver how clever he was. I suppose I will have
to learn how to do this clapping trick, if only to keep Nanni happy. Still, she was very proud of all my new wriggling skills. She said I was a “wriggly worm.” I am not sure what a worm is, wriggly or otherwise. I don’t quite
know whether to be pleased – or not!
Oh, what fun we had in the swimming pool! We had the pool all to ourselves for most of the time and we splished and
splashed and had a fine old time. Oliver's Mum says we are Water Babies. The Mums and Nanni splished and splashed too but not as much as we did. I expect I will be able to swim quite soon. It doesn’t look that difficult to me. Once I have perfected
my Commando Crawl on land, I shall try it out in the water. I will probably ask Mummy to hold onto me for a bit. Just in case.
After the swim we went
to have a long and leisurely lunch. My goodness, those grown-ups can’t half talk. Most of the time, however, they were talking about Oliver and me so we kept our little ears open in case we heard anything to our advantage.
It was sad when Nanni had to leave but she kept texting us to tell us how she was getting on with her journey home. Apparently her train came to a halt at one
point because there was a sheep on the line. I have a sheep with a purple face and legs. He sleeps with me in my cot and plays songs to help me get to sleep. I can’t believe he would have wandered onto the railway line and stopped Nanni’s
train. It must have been another, less intelligent, sheep.
I need to see Nanni again soon. She isn’t always there, like Mummy, but when she is,
well, it’s just SUCH fun...