Jaqui's Daily Blog

On Seaside Days and Being Biddable

I couldn't help but listen in when I heard Mummy and Nanni talking about me. Well, who wouldn't? Nanni calls this Ears Dropping and finds it very useful when gathering material for the Daily Blog so I have absolutely no hesitation in following her lead.


Yes, this is Faris writing the Daily Blog again. Nanni has delegated the responsibility for today's Random Ramblings to me, on account of the fact that she feels our regular readers will be more interested in my version of yesterday's events than in hers. I am not exactly sure why this should be though it has to be said that I am always a great deal more active than Nanni, probably on account of her Great Age.


What Nanni said about me was that I was "not completely biddable." For some reason this made Mummy literally howl with laughter. Was I, she asked between snorts of laughter, even the slightest bit "biddable?" Daddy looked as bemused as I did, neither of us having heard the word biddable before. We left the women, all four of them, to their chatter and set off along the Littlehampton prom, me on my scooter and Daddy chasing after me. He tried hard to catch me but I was fast - oh, boy, was I fast! In fact the only reason he caught up with me once or twice was because every so often I had to stop to talk to dogs we met up with along the way. Daddy loves dogs almost as much as I do but he thinks dogs should be working animals. He used to have a German Shepherd dog, you know, the fierce looking animal. He called it Tracy which is another thing that makes Mummy laugh. I don't know why, I think Tracy is a good name.


It was just like summer down on the beach. Daddy and I were wearing our shorts and I also wore my new sandals which will be just right for my holiday. They are not like normal shoes because you can see my toes poking out at the end. I have never had sandals before, I wonder if they were made this way on purpose or whether whoever made them ran out of leather when they got as far as the toes?


By the way, talking of our holiday, I am in a Bit of Trouble because my passport has gone missing. Mummy is sure that this is down to me as she knows how much I like small, perfectly formed books. That was why I took "Slow Cookers" home with me from Nanni's kitchen. No, we can't find that either. However Nanni can probably manage without "Slow Cookers" but apparently without my passport I won't be allowed into Ally Canty. Wouldn't it be dreadful, if Mummy, Daddy, Nanni and The Twinkles were all allowed in but not me? Mummy says this won't happen as she has applied for a new passport for me as a matter of emergency. I had a new photograph taken for it which is a great improvement on the old one when I was just a small baby. Nanni says nobody likes their passport photos, she certainly doesn't look anything like her picture. If anyone isn't allowed into Ally Canty, based on their passports, then I should think it would be more likely to be Nanni. Which would be such a pity.


My favourite game of the whole afternoon on the beach was throwing pebbles into the sea. I am, as you know, a Champion Thrower. When you are always being told not to throw at home, it is amazingly liberating to be positively encouraged to do so. This is one of the reasons I love seaside days. The sea was coming in so every time a big wave came rolling in, Nanni had to snatch me out of the way of it, in case my new sandals got wet. I wouldn't have minded, myself. It would have been an Interesting Experience.


Ah, well, that was yesterday and today is today. This morning Mummy said she was going to take me and the Twinkles to something called the MAD Academy. I bet you think that would be right up my street. I went along prepared to be the maddest person in the whole academy. Well, imagine my disappointment when I found out that MAD stood for Music and Dance. I did my best to change the rules by charging about the hall in my very best Rampaging Rascal mode but this did not go down too well. Then, when I did my level best to help out with blowing bubbles I wasn't allowed to hold the little pot with the bubbles in. I made my feelings known in my own inimitable way and in the end Mummy took me home. The Twinkles slept through the whole shenanigans so they missed out on all the excitement.


I don't know if we will be going back to the MAD Academy but I rather think not. At least not until or unless I become a little more, well, biddable...

 

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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05.06 | 22:01

Sounds like a perfect day Jacqui, happy birthday for tomorrow, love Val xx

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what details have you got on your mysterious Wilde?

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