Nanni says I am a lot like Paddington. As in the bear, not the railway station.
If I had to be named after a railway station, then I would like it to be rather grander
than Paddington. I was thinking, perhaps, of Vauxhall until I realised that was also the name of a car. People are named after cars, of course. Mercedes, for example. Though it may be that the car was named after a person, rather than the other way round?
This world can be a very confusing place when you are just two years old. I am hoping I will be able to clarify some of the more worrying confusions when I am a bit older, say two and a half?
Yes, this is
Faris, writing the Daily Blog again. Nanni is lying down in a darkened room. At least that's what she said she would be doing when we said goodbye and drove home yesterday after a fun- filled Easter Day. Personally I thought The Twinkles were exceptionally
well behaved all day so I think she may have been joking.
We watched the Paddington movie while we were there. Nanni has seen it before - you could tell because she kept saying things like "Oh, I love this
next bit!" or "Watch this - it's my favourite part!" Which, as I am sure you will agree, is extremely annoying when you yourself haven't seen the film before. As I said, apparently I remind Nanni of Paddington. Mummy saw the resemblance too, especially when
it came to the scene where Paddington is given a bath and then has his fur dried with a hair dryer so that it all stands on end. Mummy laughed and laughed at this scene. Just like Faris! she told Nanni. Nanni agreed but said mostly she was relating to Mr Brown's
initial comment on his less than welcome house guest, namely that Paddington had "crashed into the house like a natural disaster." I really don't know what she is getting at.
We had a fine time with all the
Easter celebrations. The Giant Penguin, standing on the doorstep to welcome us as usual, was all dressed up in something called an "Easter bonnet". Which was actually Grandad's straw hat, decorated with one of Nanni's scarves and flowers made out of cardboard
and tissue paper. It was pretty impressive, to be honest, and I particularly liked the duck sitting on top with a couple of colourful eggs. Then I recognised it as one of the ducks from the bathroom so of course I had to rescue it and return it to its natural
habitat. It gave me a good excuse to go upstairs which is one of my favourite places in Nanni's house, mainly because she never gets round to moving anything breakable out of my reach. It's like a treasure trove of Dangerous Objects. I love the look of panic
in the grown-ups' eyes when they catch me with Nanni's knitting needles.
Daddy's favourite part of the day was dinner time. Like Nanni, Daddy is Always Thinking Of His Stomach. I expect it's why they
get on so well, having Eating in common. Me, I can take it or leave it. Or, if I am in one of my Rampaging Moods, throw my food across the table. My favourite part of a meal is clinking glasses with everyone and saying "Cheers!" Though because my mug is plastic
it doesn't make quite such a satisfying clink. Apparently this is not a good enough reason to trust me with a glass. I really don't know why.
After dinner we had an Easter Egg hunt, my very first one. Though
I say it myself as shouldn't (as Nanni would say) I was exceptionally good at this. Nanni had laid a trail of mega blocks all round the garden and it was my job to collect them all and put them in an orange sack. I wish it had been longer, really I did, but
all good things come to an end. "The End" being a chocolate bunny rabbit, wrapped up in a bag and tied with a yellow ribbon. I'm not all that keen on chocolate, myself - like Paddington, I prefer marmalade - but Mummy looked pretty happy.
I had a Bit of a Rampage in the garden, just for a few minutes. I tipped the dirty rainwater out of all the flower pots and then let the teddy bear have a paddle. Not to worry, though, because Nanni says she will put him in
the washing machine. I only hope he will survive such a Traumatic Experience.
Next we had an egg and spoon race, Nanni, Daddy and I. It should really have been called a potato and spoon race because, for some
reason, we used potatoes instead of eggs. I think Nanni thought I wouldn't notice the difference but you can't pull the wool over my eyes. Unless it's a woolly pullover. That's a joke, by the way. I have been practising my Comedy Turns. We had several races
up and down the garden and I won every one. Somehow I don't think Daddy and Nanni were trying.
I like the fact that Paddington the Bear found a home in the end. Even Mr Brown wanted him to stay. It goes to
show that having a bear - or a small boy - crashing into your house like a natural disaster is not The End of the World.
Nanni would say it's just the start of the fun.