According to Mummy, I had my wires crossed again. Considering I am not allowed to open the kitchen drawers where all the interesting wires, computer leads and various cables are kept, I think this is either (a) a bit rich
or (b) extremely enterprising of me.
Yes, indeed, this is Faris, once again taking over the Daily Blog from my Nanni, on account of her being in training somewhere between our house and hers.
As I have told you before Nanni is unpredictable in as far as Arrivals and Departures are concerned. So I thought she was arriving yesterday morning which is why I kicked up a Right Royal Fuss when Mummy said I was going to
play-group as usual. I didn't see why The Twinkles should have all the fun and I was pretty sure Nanni would have missed me desperately. Owing, however, to the Crossing of Wires, it turned out that Nanni wasn't arriving until almost my bedtime. We had just
long enough for me to turn out the contents of her handbag (which is one of my favourite tricks) before it was time for me to don my dinosaur pyjamas and head up to bed.
Then today, guess what? Nanni came
to play-group with me. Now that I was not expecting. She is, by my reckoning, several years too old for play-group, having reached what I consider A Great Age. But she was most insistent about it, so all I could do was to hope that she didn't do anything too
embarrassing while she was there. It would have been too much to ask her not to do anything embarrassing at all - this is Nanni we are talking about, after all. My cousin Hazel probably finds her even more embarrassing than I do: "Social suicide!" she mourns
when Nanni does one of her Look at Me Jumping Up and Down manoeuvres.
It turned out that Nanni was today's Story Teller, it being National Story Telling Week, don't you know? Being Nanni, who never does what
you expect her to do, she didn't arrive with a picture book under her arm - she came with a Story Bag. What's more, quite a lot of the things in her Story Bag had been purloined from our toy boxes. That's what I call Taking a Liberty. Nanni said they were
something called "props" and she promised to put them all back after Story Time. To be fair, she was as good as her word.
I think my friends enjoyed Nanni's story. I was quite proud of her, all things considering.
Everybody stayed sitting down, which was a miracle, and almost all of them joined in the actions. The props went down well too, especially the crowns which Nanni had borrowed from Auntie Karen. She had obviously raided Auntie Karen's toy box as well as mine.
Incidentally, I wonder whether my Auntie Karen ever wears her crowns? Perhaps when she wants to feel important, though I can't imagine when that might be.
I did think it was a bit thick when Nanni pretended
as part of her story that my Fireman Sam was afraid of climbing ladders. Nanni said this was called "poetic licence", whatever that means. The Playgroup Leader took photos and afterwards she gave me a sticker for bringing my own Story Telling Nanni to Playgroup.
I shall have to bring her again sometime if I am going to get stickers for it. Whoops! Nanni's back! I think she wants to tell you something...
I loved telling my story. The pleasure was, indeed, all mine.
However my absolute favourite moment came when a dear little lass sitting in the front row who happened to be wearing the Queen's crown, jumped up and placed it ever so gently on my head. "I think you should wear the crown," she said, gravely. I have experienced
many a special moment as a Story Teller in my time - but this was one of the sweetest.
I wore my crown with pride.