I can't imagine, for the life of me, why Nanni thought it was a good idea. But then, that's Nannis for you, if you have one of your own you will know exactly what I mean.
This is Faris, by the way, Blogger Extraordinaire on account of my Fearless Opinions. Don't just take my word for it, Nanni tells me that lots of people tell her they really enjoy my musings on the occasions when I take over
the Blog. Almost all my fans mention my Fearless Opinions of which, as you know, I have a great many.
I did have a bit of an argument this morning with The Twinkles
(Tala the Diva and Lilia the Crazy One) because they both felt qualified to write today's Blog. As they both pointed out, in their incomparable way (incomparable as in annoying) they, too, were there. I have noticed that they are both getting ideas above their
station. I am, after all, the Big Brother while they are the Little Sisters. They say that if you add their ages together then collectively they are older than I am but I am not having any of it. It's just another Twin Thing as far as I'm concerned.
Oh, by the way, I know which school I will be going to in September. It was the one I would have chosen anyway. Mummy says they won't know what's hit them, come September.
I really don't know what she is talking about. Apparently before I go to school, my teacher will come to see me at home. I have to put together a box of things I am particularly interested in so that we - as in the teacher and I - can talk about them. I am
planning to fill my box with dinosaurs so that I can test out whether my teacher knows a Tyrannosaurus Rex from a Diplodocus. By that time I am hoping I will also be the proud possessor of a Spinosaurus as I only need seven more stickers on my "Being Extra
Good" Chart to claim my prize.
Which brings me neatly back to where I started today's Blog - with Nanni. I was pretty confident, even while we were driving down
to Worthing, that I'd be able to coax at least one sticker out of Nanni. She is, Mummy says, a Soft Touch. Personally I think it's good for a Nanni to be a Soft Touch, ideal for cuddling up, for hugging and generally lovey-dovey stuff.
Mummy and Nanni agreed that maybe it hadn't been such a great idea to have two days out, one after the other. But Nanni had booked tickets for a show called The Very Hungry Caterpillar
and hadn't thought to check what was happening the previous day. She thought she had booked for Easter Saturday and was taken by surprise when she discovered she was a whole week out. Me? I'd happily see Nanni every day of the week, if only for the stickers...
The Very Hungry Caterpillar was an excellent show. We (Nanni and I) were perfectly well-behaved which is more than can be said for my sisters. They did, however, quite like
all the puppets - there were 75 of them in all according to Nanni, though I can't vouch for this as, just at the moment, I get a bit muddled up after number 16. Nanni said not to worry, she didn't count them either, she read it in the programme.
What The Twinkles didn't like was being hemmed in between Mummy and Nanni so that they couldn't get out of the row we were sitting in and rampage between the aisles. They
would have liked to be up there on stage with the caterpillar, the sea-horses, the fireflies and the polka dot cow. I would quite like to have been up there myself, to be honest, but I needed to keep an eye on Nanni in case there were any Scary Moments when
she might want someone to hold her hand.
Back at Nanni's house, we were able to let off steam by running round and round the garden while Mummy assembled a Jungle
Den which Nanni had bought from Tesco's. It was very funny watching Mummy with her head and shoulders inside the den as she tried to put it together - it looked as if our Jungle Den had legs. We are none of us very sure how long the Jungle Den will survive
the combined attentions of the three of us - but it was a Kind Thought on Nanni's part if, possibly, a misguided one.
While all this was going on, Grandad was
trying to watch a Very Important Football Match on the TV. He kept saying: "I just need Peace and Quiet..." I don't know who Peace and Quiet are but unfortunately for Grandad they can't have been very good players as they didn't seem to make much difference
to the result of the match.
Based solely on the Big Match, Grandad would disagree, I fear, but We Three
Rascals thought yesterday was an absolute winner.