I am afraid you are going to be extremely disappointed. You are looking forward to hearing all about yesterday’s rampages when the Middle of the Darling Daughters and her Rascally Trio came on a half-term visit.
You are thinking back to the yesterday’s weather, which it was wet, cold and throughly miserable, making a trip to the beach more or less impossible except for the Totally Misguided. What did I do with three young Rascals, confined to the house, like
a trio of caged tigers?
I have to say that, unbelievably, there was absolutely no rampaging. The Trio have never been so spectacularly well-behaved. For
a start, nobody went upstairs, even though all three know that Upstairs is definitely the most exciting place in our house, with maximum opportunities for wreaking mischief and merry mayhem. Nobody pressed the red button on Mr B’s community alarm in
order to have one of their regular chats with the lovely (and endlessly forgiving) people at the other end of the line. There was barely a minor disagreement, let alone a sibling battle. How could this be?
Was it anything to do with the influence of Lenny the Ladybird? Regular readers will know from my last blog that Lenny had been entrusted to Young Faris’s care for the duration of half-term by the teacher of Ladybird
Class. I was very keen to meet him though I did get the impression that I was keener than he was. I looked after him, I truly did. I made sure he had a seat at the dinner table, that he sat on my lap with his Temporary Minder while we all three read Faris’s
school book together. I even invited him to play Tummyache with us, even though I felt it might be a little politically incorrect bearing in mind Lenny is, when all is said and done, a bug.
To explain, Tummyache is a great game which involves players putting together a meal of main, two sides, a dessert and a drink. The first person to complete their tray of food by finding five appropriate cards is announced the winner.
Except that several of the cards show food contaminated by creepy crawlies, tadpoles, spiders, bugs and - yes, indeed, you are there before me as usual - ladybirds.
Lilia was entranced by the game, being particularly fascinated at the thought that she might eat spiders which would, she told me - velvety brown eyes gazing earnestly into mine - involve a visit to the doctors. Both she and Faris decided that the healthy
options didn’t appeal and insisted on creating a meal of bug-infested, potential tummy-ache inducing, dishes.
When it came to the Real Deal Meal, the
Trio (plus Lenny) sat round the table to eat a rice dish prepared by their mother. It was, Faris assured me, full of vegetables - the eating of which has contributed to the fact that he has definitely grown in recent weeks.
After dinner, we played a variation on Sleeping Bunnies, involving not just rabbits but tigers, puppies and even sharks. When I say “we” played, the Twinkles did all the hopping, crawling,
jumping about while I did most of the singing and Faris kept me on the right track by reminding me which animal came next. Lenny didn’t play - we had forgotten to make up a verse about sleeping ladybirds…
At which point the Trio’s father decided it was time to sit down quietly and watch a film. The Trio obediently lined up their plastic chairs in a row (with a seat, of course, for Lenny) in front
of the TV. Our living room was immediately transformed into a cinema. All we needed was the ice cream and the popcorn.
Did you see who I slipped into the narrative
there? The Trio’s father, He Who Must Be Obeyed, who combines total love for his little family with a firm view on Good Behaviour and the Absence of Rampaging.
Perhaps it wasn’t Lenny the Ladybird’s influence after all…