The first thing I noticed about Nanni was that she wasn’t wearing her glasses. She looked, well, different.
I tried her out with a few typical actions - like opening the giant bubble wand she gave me and spilling the water all over the floor - and she responded just as she always does when faced with Disasters of a Watery Nature so I knew it was Nanni, even without
This is, of course, Faris aka The Rascal for reasons I personally have never been able to fathom. I understand Nanni promised all you regular readers
that I would write today's Daily Blog and, like Nanni, I would never want to disappoint you. This is one of bthe very few ways in which Nanni and I are alike - in other ways we are very different. I am strong, she is, shall we say, not. I like creating mayhem,
Nanni likes observing it. Preferably from afar. I am determined, Nanni is easily swayed. Particularly by her grandchildren, of which I am proud to be one. Not that either of us had too much choice in the matter so I can only say it is a good thing it worked
out so well. My mummy always tells Nanni “We are so glad that you are ours, and we are yours.” And so say all of us.
On Sunday, we - Mummy, the Twinkles,
cousin Jack and I all travelled down to Nanni and Grandad’s for the first of this summer’s Seaside Days. I need to make the most of the freedom because in September I am going to Big School. Nanni wonders if Hook Infants School is ready for me.
I don't see why they wouldn't be, I’m not asking for anything they wouldn't have already. I'm going to be in Ladybird Class. I did have a few second thoughts about this in that I would probably have preferred to be in something like Bumblebee Class,
something with a sting in its tail, don't you know? Then I met up with some of the other girls and boys who will be in my class and decided that, if we really had to be in a class named after an insect, then Ladybird Class would do very well.
It was complicated getting to the seaside because Nanni wasn't driving on account of her Pirate Eye. So Mummy dropped Jack and me - with our scooters - at Littlehampton and drove
back with The Twinkles to collect Nanni. We had a fine time, Jack and I, especially when we popped into the beach shop where I spotted an Object of Great Desire. In other words, a Monster Truck. Oh, how I wanted one, with its big wheels and push-along handle.
I haven't wanted anything so much since, well, the last time I set eyes on an O of GD. Which must have been at least a day ago. If not two.
Mummy said if I kept
asking for the Monster Truck, there was no way I was getting it. This seemed to fly in the face of one of Nanni’s sayings (apparently, her Daddy - who was my great grandad - used to say it all the time) that “those who don't ask, don't want.”
I am conveniently forgetting the first part of the saying which was “those who ask, don't get.” I believe this is called Selective Memory a practice in which I am particularly proficient, though I say so myself as shouldn't.
We certainly packed a lot into our day. The tide was out (no, I’ve no idea where it had gone. Shopping, maybe?) so we played in the sand and Nanni wrote our names out
with a stone and tried to get us to jump from letter to letter. Honestly, she does have the strangest ideas. Then Tala, Lilia and I all went in the sea where Lilia had the good idea of taking all our clothes off, in order to test out Mummy’s theory that
she only needed to bring one beach towel because we would only indulge in a bit of paddling.
After that we all had to be changed into dry clothes which was,
to be honest, a bit of a palaver but, hey, we needed to be clean and dry for our next activity which was scooting along the prom (prom, prom.) We used this exercise to test out another of Mummy’s theories which is that, when I go to Big School in September,
the Twinkles will be more than up for scooting there and back. I mean, Tala and Lilia are Ace Scooters but, in the interests of testing the Scoot To School theory, we all three decided we would prefer to walk, so the grown-ups had to carry the scooters
and helmets all the way to the Lion’s Den playground. Nanni sort of explained the reason why the playground was so named which was something about men who were lions but not lions and, donated money for the playground on account of that being something
men / Lions are kind enough to do. I didn't quite understand what Nanni was talking about but the playground was great fun so I say, thank you, Lions. Whoever or whatever you are.
We took the boat train back. Nanni said we needed to wave at everyone we passed: “We are wavers!” Mummy announced to nobody in particular. I did notice that Cousin Jack didn't do too much waving. I wonder when I will be old enough not to
be a waver - maybe five years old or so?
For now, I am prepared to wave with the best of them and hopefully negotiate my way into Mummy and Nanni’s good
books. We are, you see, coming back to the seaside, maybe as soon as next week.
And I still have my sights firmly set on the Monster Truck…