Nanni did it again. Her disappearing act, I mean.
It's happening all the time. One minute she is here, the next minute she's gone. Sometimes I wonder how The Twinkles
and I can be expected to keep up with her. Are all Nannis like mine?
Yes, this is Faris, aka the Rampaging Rascal, reporting on my life and times, as well as offering a few of my Opinions - of which, as you
know, I have many. Nanni didn't exactly say I could write today's Daily Blog but then she shouldn't have just disappeared like that. It will give her a nice surprise when she checks her website and finds out that the Blog is already written and posted.
Did you know we have a new home? I think I may have mentioned it, once upon a time, but I thought I would just repeat the information. Nanni thinks repetition is a Good Thing. I know this because she repeats herself
a great deal, especially where singing games and stories are concerned. She says that when my cousin Hazel was the same age as me she would say "Again! Again!" whenever Nanni (who is her Nanni as well as mine, I don't know how that happened but it's true)
sang a song. Nanni mistakenly thought this was because Hazel liked to hear her voice but actually it was because Hazel was trying to learn the words. Hazel is good at Learning Words. That is why she is so good on stage. When I am older, maybe four years old
or so, I plan to go on stage like Hazel and her brother Jack (yes, Nanni is his Nanni, too, how did you guess?) All I need to find out in the meantime is where Stage is and how I get on it. It can't be too difficult, can it? Not if I set my mind to it. I can
be very determined. Mummy says I am, so it must be true.
I am keeping quiet about my Stage Aspirations because otherwise The Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, will undoubtedly want a Piece of the Action. I think it
is important that I am not overshadowed on stage by the Double Adorability of the twins. Once I have established myself as a Rising Star, I will suggest that they might be able to join the ensemble. I don't know what an ensemble is, but I think it may be something
like Busy Bees or Gym Minis or one of the many other activity groups which Mummy is keen we should join.
Mummy says that Lilia is turning into a carbon copy of me, as far as Rampaging is concerned. I am secretly
rather proud of this as I have, of course, taught her all I know as far as rampaging is concerned. Tala prefers to take herself away with a book though try to remove her from a place where she is having fun - say the bath - and she shows great promise as a
Anyway, I need to tell you about Nanni's latest disappearing act. We had been having such a good time. I spent a lot of the morning in the garden with Grandad, talking Men's Business. I was
particularly taken with Grandad's favourite toy which is a walking stick. You wouldn't believe the number of things you can do with a walking stick and it was good of Grandad to share it with me. I felt as if, in return, I should share my favourite dinosaur
with him but I will ponder on that for a bit.
Nanni and Kazza (my Auntie Karen) took the Twinkles upstairs for their nap, then Nanni asked me if I would like a
story. I did think about doing a bit more Rampaging but, all of a sudden, the idea of sitting on Nanni's lap and listening to a story sounded just so, well, comforting.
I chose the books to read, the first one was The Good Dinosaur which is one of my faves. Nanni kept asking me where things were on each page and I had to point them out to her. You would have thought, wouldn't you, bearing in mind that she has reached
such a Great Age, that she would be able to pick things out for herself?
Next we read this really good story by someone called Roald Dahl about how to recognise
a witch. I won't give the game away, in case you want to read the story for yourself, but if you see someone you think might be a witch, you need to look at their hands, their toes, their nostrils and the spot in the middle of their eyes. Nanni and I looked
into each other's eyes and we both had black spots in the middle of our eyes so we were pretty sure that neither of us was a witch. If we had had colourful spots in the middle of our eyes - well, that would have been worrying in the extreme.
I had to concentrate very, very hard on this story and Nanni's lap was so very, very comfortable, and her voice was like a sing-song. I could feel my eyes (black spots and all) growing heavier and heavier, so I just leaned
back against Nanni and closed them. Just for a minute, you understand. When Grandad does this (which he does quite a bit) he says he is "just resting his eyes." I now understand what he means.
I'm not sure
how long I was asleep but when I woke up Nanni had disappeared again. As she does. All I was left with was a kind of warm, sleepy feeling.
I think it might have been Love...