I couldn’t believe it when Nanni opened the door, with Auntie Karen just behind her – and they were both wearing exactly THE SAME CLOTHES. What do they think they are, twins or something?
This is Faris, by the way, in case you hadn’t guessed. Nanni is busy clearing up the garden where I have been playing. She may be some time...
We drove down to Worthing in our new Jeep, Mummy and me. Well, Mummy drove, apparently I need to be a bit older before I am allowed to drive, maybe eighteen months or so, I’m not sure exactly.
It’s great sitting in the back of the Jeep, anyway, I am really high up so I can wave at people passing by if I want to. I don’t, of course, it’s the kind of thing Nanni would do. I am too cool by half. I am extremely fond of Nanni but she
isn’t exactly what you would describe as “cool.” I expect it is her Great Age.
In fact it was Nanni’s Great Age we were celebrating as
it was her birthday two days ago. Today was our first opportunity to get together so we all decided that Nanni could have an Extra Birthday. Mummy and I didn’t arrive until after 1 p.m. because first of all we went to Aquatots. I have one
more lesson in Cygnets class. My friend Oliver and I are doing so well that we are being allowed to skip a class next term. I am not sure what my new class will be called but I imagine it will be something water-related. I quite like the idea of
being the Crabs Class. Anything but Ducklings which both Oliver and I think would be dire.
We were eating out at a restaurant in town and Nanni suggested that
Mummy should park in the multi-storey car park as you can park there for £1 an hour. There are big banners across the outside of the car park saying “Use It Or Lose It.” I know just what they mean; it’s the reason I always
keep a tight hold of my favourite possessions. There’s no prising them out of my vice-like grip. Mummy was a bit anxious about negotiating the multi-storey car park in the Ginormous Jeep and I thought it was a bit much Nanni suggesting it, given that
she is, by her own admission, the World’s Worst Parker. Anyway Mummy did splendidly as I knew she would. She’s my Mum, after all.
We ate in a tapas
restaurant. Mummy said it was just like being in Spain; however as I’ve never been to Spain I wouldn’t know. I was mostly a Really Good Boy though Mummy got into a bit of a pickle, once or twice. I won’t explain further because
I don’t want to embarrass her. She would probably say it was All My Fault anyway. Every time it looked as if I was getting a bit bored, Mummy, Nanni and Auntie Karen would burst into song. Not only that, but most of the songs were action songs
– you know the kind of thing, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, Wind the Bobbin Up. I don’t know what everyone else in the restaurant thought of us. The only sensible person at our table (apart from me, of course) was Grandad. I don’t
think I will ever understand women and I rather think Grandad isn’t any the wiser either, despite being just a little bit older than me.
We had a stroll
along the prom, prom, prom which, according to Nanni, would help our lunch go down. I wonder how far down it had to go? Before it was down far enough, I mean, so that we could stop walking. Life is full of mysteries, I find. For example, why is the prom called
the “prom, prom, prom”? Or is this just my family?
Back at Nanni’s I played football in the garden. Nanni says one day I may be able to play
in something called the World Cup. It starts next week so that may be pushing it a bit but apparently there is another one in four years time. I just hope I won’t be too old by then...
After that we had birthday cake, with candles and all. This was a big surprise for Nanni and gave her an opportunity to play Happy Birthday on her musical cake knife. She did well blowing out the candles in one enormous puff
but when she came to cut the cake, the musical cake knife went all bendy. I understand Auntie Anne was to blame for this?
I love birthdays. Obviously mine
was the best of all – but Nanni’s was pretty good too. Food, fun and football, what could be better?
Though next time we have a birthday, I think Nanni
and Auntie Karen should consult on their wardrobe. They must have other clothes they could have worn, surely to goodness.
Unless, of course, they actually wanted to look like twins?