I am sorry to have to say this but, honestly, Nanni never learns.
This is Faris, by the way, in case you hadn’t guessed.
Nanni is lying down in a darkened room, recovering from my latest visit so somebody had to write the Daily Blog and I think it is generally agreed by the family that I have the most experience, especially for one so young. When I am older, say eighteen
months or so, I will probably have my own website. If you have any brilliant ideas for what I should call it, please do let me know.
Anyway, as I said, Nanni
never learns. When we arrived at her and Grandad’s house this morning, she was tearing downstairs clutching under one arm the Giant Penguin which she had forgotten to put out on the door-step to greet me. It’s not often she forgets. It did
mean, however (though it pains me to point this out) that the Giant Penguin was wearing exactly the same clothes as he was wearing last time I came to visit – minus his Afro wig which had fallen off in the course of Nanni’s mad dash downstairs.
Hopefully she will remember to get him dressed up in appropriate finery tomorrow for when my Welsh Cousins arrive.
By way of explanation, Nanni said that
she had been really, really busy trying to make the whole house Faris-friendly. By this, she meant that she had removed a few photographs from the windowsills and replaced them with toys. Which was a start, I suppose, but she hadn’t even
thought about the CD towers which are such a delight, you can’t begin to imagine. Mummy and Daddy hide all their CDs and DVDs in cupboards which they like to think I can’t access – though of course I can when I put my mind to it. In Nanni
and Grandad’s house – would you believe it? – there are no doors to impede my progress. I can reach my hands out and pluck out dozens of CDs at a time and hurl them about the sitting room where they skid across the wooden floor making
a most satisfying swishing noise. Quite a few of them skidded right under the sofas and armchairs. I am not sure Nanni noticed so it will be very interesting to see how long it will be before anyone finds them and puts them back where they belong.
In a bid to divert my attention from the CDs, Nanni produced some new toys – a microwave oven, some plastic pots and pans and some toy food. The toy food included a
plastic carrot which became my Treasured Possession of the Day. I always like to seize upon something each day which I carry around with me and refuse to give up until something else takes my fancy. Other babies have comfort blankets, I understand, but,
really, I ask you, who would want a comfort blanket when they could have a comfort carrot?
Daddy says the main reason we go to Nanni and Grandad’s house
is to eat. This sounds as if we don’t eat at any other time, which is not true at all, but Grandad always produces a splendid roast beef dinner. He says it is especially for my Daddy – but I did notice that he, Mummy and Nanni all tucked
in too. I sat at the head of the table in my high-chair to check on everyone's table manners.
I only broke one thing today which was a wine glass. Nanni
put it down on the floor, just for an instant while she was holding out her arms to me, encouraging me to take a few more steps. As I said, she never learns. I was on to that glass in a flash and across the room it went. I am a Demon Bowler. As it turns
out, this was not one of my better ideas because it meant that I was imprisoned in the high chair for absolutely ages while Nanni and Daddy vacuumed the floor over and over again to make sure every last shard of glass was removed. This was boring in
the extreme but Daddy said it served me right.
I showed Nanni and Grandad a few of my new tricks. We sang Wind the Bobbin Up and I did all the actions. I
tried talking to them about everything that’s going on in my life – chicken pox, nursery, my new trike – but I don’t think they understand my own special language. Mummy says I never stop chatting. Well, look who’s talking!
Everyone appeared to be quite exhausted by the end of the day. Everyone except me, that is. Mummy kept telling Nanni that I was sure to be very tired. I reckon that was wishful
thinking on her part. As I left, I took a quick look around at the room. There were mega blocks scattered all over the floor, along with the CDs, a few squashed strawberries (which I secretly dropped from my plate at dinnertime) and the toy microwave
which, I have to say, made a super ridealong. It really was a Simply Splendid Mess. As I said, Nanni never learns.
Luckily for me...