I am afraid I am in Mummy’s bad books. I am not sure how you can tell a bad book, from a good book, to be honest. I bring a book home from school almost every day so that we can read it
together, my Mummy and I, and I am pretty sure that all these are good books, otherwise The Teachers wouldn't have let us bring them home. Would they? However Mummy says I am in her bad books so it must be true.
This is Faris speaking, did you guess? I'm sure you did, if only because Nanni wouldn't have been in Mummy’s bad books, no matter what she did. I have never actually tested out this theory but I believe it to be true.
Anyway, here is how I managed to get myself into Mummy’s bad books. All I was doing was carrying out a spot check on Mummy’s car keys. Okay, I grant you, I shouldn't
have been delving into her bag to find them but, let's forget about that small detail for a moment - what happened was that somehow the metal part of the key came adrift from the plastic part. I mean, that shouldn't happen, now should it? I think it may well
be a Good Thing that I proved conclusively that car keys come apart in this way. Possibly, when I am completely grown-up, say five years old or so, I could be a garage mechanic. I'm hovering between that, a doctor and a lifeguard at the moment.
Poor Mummy, when she tried to fit the broken key into the ignition, the car engine wouldn't start. Mummy was most upset because if she called Daddy it would take him hours
and hours to get to Nanni’s home and he would not be happy. Nanni said, not to worry, she could always drive us all back to our house but for some reason Mummy didn't think this was a good idea. Me, I thought it was an amazingly good idea because Nanni
hasn't been able to come to our house for simply ages, on account of having to stay home to look after Grandad. It would be worth being in Mummy’s bad books to have Nanni come to ours.
You will be pleased to hear that Mummy managed to mend the key after a fashion so we could take Nanni to the park after all. Which was the whole reason for coming to see Nanni in the first place. Nanni wanted us to see this
park because it is one of her favourites on account of its Art Decko shelters. I think they are called this because you can walk all round the seats inside the shelters and then take a decko out of the windows. Me, I preferred the ducks on the lake plus the
two swans which kept putting their heads under water and sticking their bottoms up in the air. The Twinkles and I have decided to try this for ourselves, next time we go to the swimming pool. It will alarm Mummy no end.
The playground was pretty cool, too, with a pirate ship and a pretend railway station. The miniature railway wasn't running yesterday but Nanni said that we can come back at Christmastime when Santa
will be driving the train. I thought he travelled by sleigh but Nanni says he is very versatile. I don't exactly know what versatile is but if it means being able to drive a train, then I think I should try to be versatile too. It can't be that hard, can it?
We finished our outing at the café where the grown ups enjoyed mugs of coffee and The Twinkles had ice-cream. I had an apple juice and tried to empty all the salt
and pepper pots until the person in the café came and rescued them. She smiled while she did this so it seemed she either didn't have bad books or had decided I hadn't done anything bad enough to be in them.
Back at Nanni’s the Twinkles discovered the rain water in the barbecue which Nanni had forgotten to put back in the garage. Nanni said my girls were like water diviners and suggested we all go
up for a bath which, as far as We Three were concerned was A Result.
So you could say that all was well that ended well. You will be pleased to know, I'm
sure, that I am now back in Mummy’s good books.
Till next time…