One of the most annoying things about Nanni is the way she suddenly appears - and then, just as suddenly, disappears. It happened again the other day. There she was, along with my Special Auntie Karen, and then pouf! she
was gone again. I tried to put my coat on so I could go with her but Mummy said it was bedtime. Why that made any difference I really don't know. Unless Nanni had to get to bed on account of her Great Age.
is Faris, by the way. I haven't written the Daily Blog for simply ages so I thought it was high time I took charge again. Talking of taking charge, it is proving increasingly difficult to maintain control in our house these days, ever since The Twinkles found
their feet. As you can imagine, my problem is that there are two of them and only one of me. Everyone comments that The Twinkles are Double Adorability and I, being a proud Big Brother, have to agree. But what will they be like when they are grown-up, say
one year old or so? I reckon I will be in Deep Trouble.
The other day, we went to the doctor's because Tala had a sore ear. I know what ears are, in fact I know almost all the parts of the body, now. Even
difficult things like shoulders and elbows. I reckon, quite possibly, I could be a surgeon when I grow up. It's either that or a fork lift truck driver, I can't decide which one would be most fun.
We saw a
new doctor who wasn't nearly as much fun as the one we usually see. For a start, she didn't appreciate me rearranging everything on her desk (I thought it needed a bit of attention, myself) and then when she had tested Tala's chest with her stethoscope, she
wouldn't check my chest out at the same time, just for the sake of it, like our other doctor does. I love the stethoscope. I like the way it feels. I am not sure exactly what it does but, whatever it is, it's okay with me.
Today, Mummy and Daddy celebrated their Wedding Anniversary. They have been married eleven years. I am not sure what being married is and whether it is painful or not - but when I am really old, say four years old, perhaps, I will find someone to married
with me. She will need to be a strong person. Like my Mummy. She isn't as strong as me, mind you. She has never overturned the toy garage, for example, or upended the little table where I sit to eat my dinner - but I reckon she could if she really, really
I think it is a pity that nobody hands out stickers to mothers, like the ones I am given at pre-school Playgroup whenever I do anything Truly Spectacular. Like sitting still during the
story, for example. If mothers were awarded stickers for good behaviour then my Mummy would be festooned with stickers. You wouldn't be able to see her clothes for stickers, I kid you not.
What I can't understand
- you may be able to help me out with this - is how come my Mummy and Daddy were married for eight and a half years before I came along? It must have been so very, very boring without me, don't you think? Still, I hope I have more than made up for this since
I was born. Nobody could have tried harder than I have to introduce excitement and variety into their lives.
We all went out to celebrate. I reckon we might have been better to go to the cafeteria at Tesco's
where everybody knows us and excuses Minor Indiscretions like when one of the three of us (or, on occasions, more than one at the same time) expresses displeasure at some turn of events. Still, The Parents wanted to go somewhere special so we went to the Spring
Tavern. Even though it is Autumn. Afterwards Daddy told Mummy that he thought they weren't ready to take us all out to lunch at the same time. I thought that was a bit unfair because Mummy, at least, was Perfectly Well Behaved.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say - and The Twinkles are joining me in this - is "Happy Anniversary" to our Mummy and Daddy.
Even though we are still not completely sure who Annie Versary is...