Today I made an important discovery. I found Bella!
This probably doesn’t mean too much to any of you – but I
can promise you that Sam and James, two of my Little Welsh Boys, will be chuffed to bits.
Bella is one of the Tweenies who have been appearing on Children’s
TV for a good many years now, certainly since the time when the older grandkids were the age that the younger grandkids are now (you may remember that I have two “tranches” of grandchildren – four teenagers and four littl’uns –
perfect spacing, though obviously I can claim absolutely no credit.) Bella is one of the four – the others are Jake, Milo and Fizz. I have provided a photo on the blog, for educational purposes. Bella is the one on the right, with the pale blue face,
yellow dungarees and red boots. There is also the obligatory dog, named Doodles, but he isn't in this picture. You will just have to google him, if you want to see what he looks like.
I own a set of small toy Tweenies which once belonged to Hazel Bagel and which she has now passed over into my safe keeping, along with half a dozen Tweenies books. When Sam and James come to visit, a Tweenies tale is almost a mandatory
part of bedtime, along with a story about the Jolly Boy Boat. Young Morgan, at sixteen months, isn’t that fussed at the moment, but give him time.
cuddled up on my big bed, lazing against the cushions, having allocated the Tweenies between us, ready to act out tonight’s story. The actual allocation of parts is always a minefield of negotiation in that both Sam and James always want to be Doodles
and neither of them wants to be Bella or Fizz. This is, of course, because Bella and Fizz are girls. Enough said. Mostly in the past, I have done the reading, though Sam is increasingly taking over my role. Now that James has started school, I imagine
it won’t be long before we all want to be the Narrator. I see Trouble Ahead.
The stories are pretty good in that each one of the Tweenies has plenty to say
and act out. Even Doodles does a lot of woofing. Bella is bossy, Fizz is a bit of a flibbertigibbet, Jake is a trifle slow on the uptake but cute with it, Milo is super confident. Doodles is, well, Doodles. Always in doggy trouble.
The only section of the books which causes us any trouble is the song half-way through, with words that don’t fit easily into any song we know. I do my best, starting off with one tune and drifting
into another, then another as I struggle to fit a tune – any tune – to the words. The boys, Super Loyal that they are, nod appreciatively at my efforts.
back to Bella. The last time the boys came to visit, I rescued the carrier bag containing the Tweenies from the toy box in the garage and tipped them all out onto the bed. Disaster! Where was Bella? Jake, Milo, Fizz and Doodles were all
present and correct. Bella had gone AWOL.
Improvisation is one of the attributes that all grandparents need to cultivate if they are to be in charge of the grandkids
for any length of time. So Granny Doll was called up and into action. We have a Granny Doll and a Grandad Doll. Granny is dressed in a somewhat drab, grey dress and white knickers; Grandad is a little smarter in grey trousers, white shirt and black
waistcoat. Undressing both grandparents (the toy version, I hasten to add) has given great pleasure to all the grandchildren over the years.
Granny Doll therefore
had to play Bella for the duration of the boys’ visit. It was better than nothing but a bit like casting Dame Judi Dench as teenager Katniss in “Catching Fire” the latest Hunger Games film. (I know all about this because Eleanor,
the Youngest Grand-daughter, is a Hunger Games fan like no other and she likes to keep me up-to-date.)
Then yesterday I was trying to find a couple of toys which
I know Young Faris (aka Commando Kid, owing to his chosen method of getting about) will enjoy when he comes to play next Tuesday. I opened the door of the wardrobe in the front bedroom – and, guess what, Bella fell out into my arms. It was as if she
had been lurking in there, just waiting for me to open that door. Whoever would have thought it!
Granny Doll has been relegated to the bench. Bella is back in
the game. I can’t wait to tell the boys, they will be as pleased as Punch.
It’s perfectly possible that nobody else, bar Sam, James and I, will be
the least bit bothered about the Finding of Bella. Mr B says he can't believe I would write a whole blog about a Tweenie, even a bossy one in yellow dungarees, and expect people to find it interesting. Possibly you all stopped reading at the end
of the second paragraph...
Poor Bella! Stuck in a cupboard for goodness only knows how long and nobody seems to care.
Except for me and my
Little Welsh Boys.