Nanni says it is quite amazing just how much sand can be transferred from beach to house after just one Seaside Day.
She is busy sweeping through her house now, so I,
Faris, have offered to take over the Daily Blog for today. I know you will be pleased to hear that. It is highly likely that Tala and Lilia, aka The Twinkles, will also have a few not particularly well-chosen words to add - I have noticed them trying to infiltrate
the blog of late. They are the same at home, believe me, nowhere is out of bounds where they are concerned. Women! I shall never understand them.
Next weekend we have a Great Event, which is the Annual Family
Beach Day. Yesterday, because the sky was blue and the sun was shining, Nanni decided we should have a Practice Session. Nobody was arguing, not in our family. Every day could be a Beach Day and we would be perfectly happy.
In fact it was well worth having a practice run because we could test out how The Twinkles would be out on the beach, now that they are too big to be confined to the little UV sun tent. I mean, I knew they would be just fine but grown-ups do worry so.
I hope I won't start worrying when I am grown-up, say three years old or so. I will check this out with my cousin Morgan when I see him next week. He has been three for a long while now, like over two months, and he doesn't appear to have developed any worrying
tendencies. Everyone calls him The Duracell Bunny. I don't know why, his ears are no bigger than mine.
Nanni had packed a picnic in her Union Jack cool-bag. She is very patriotic, my Nanni. I think that is
another word for well-prepared. There were chicken goujons, crusty egg rolls (the rolls were crusty, not the eggs - don't be silly!), crisps and sultana scones. It was a Veritable Feast. Mummy said so, therefore it has to be true.
After lunch I took Nanni for a run along the water's edge. At least I ran, Nanni just kind of tottered along in my wake. Every once in a while I would throw my shark hat into the sea and, while Nanni waded to the rescue, I would set
off at a fine old pace so she didn't have a chance of catching up. Everyone was laughing at us. A couple of people told Nanni that I was leading her a "merry dance". I don't know what kind of dance that might be, but apparently it takes two to tango so I'm
guessing it might be that. It's OK, I did stop in my tracks occasionally and look back, just to make sure she was still following me. She always was, she is tenacious that way.
She tried several times to build
a sandcastle but I was always too quick for her. I am a One Man Sandcastle Demolition Expert. Then while The Twinkles napped in the Big Purple Buggy and Mummy and I paid a visit to the beach shop, guess what Nanni did? Built a sandcastle, that's what. Mummy
said anybody else would have taken the opportunity for a rest. This tells you all you need to know about Nanni. She is mad, quite mad. But in a Nanni-like kind of way.
Tala and Lilia say: The sand! The sea!
It was the most wonderful seaside day for us, released from the sun tent. There was no stopping us. We had the chance to run our fingers through the sand and dip our toes in the sea which was almost as warm as a bath. Nanni says that new experiences help us
to grow. We don't know what experiences are but we reckon they are probably a new brand of baby cereal. Tala is excellent at feeding, give her a rice cake and she will gobble it down. Lilia will pass it carefully from hand to hand, beaming at it as if it is
something quite, quite precious - far too precious, indeed, to be eaten.
Our big brother Faris, who is Our Hero, says yesterday was a practice for next weekend when we will get together with lots of
family members who will doubtless adore us. We will do our best to be adorable. Mummy will put our hair in top-knots to keep it out of our eyes - this will make Lilia look just like Grace in Despicable Me. Tala will just look like Tala.
We hope one practice is enough. After all, as Nanni always says when she builds yet another sandcastle, Practice Makes Perfect.