So, Nanni turned up on the IPad today.
She was kind of squashed in one corner of the screen because she was trying to make
room for Great Auntie Maggie and Great Uncle Barrie but it was definitely her. If you know my Nanni, then you will know she is hard to miss.
I am not quite sure
why Maggie and Barrie are not an ordinary aunt and uncle but are, apparently, the Great Variety though it may be because, like Nanni, they have reached a Great Age. Except that Nanni is just, well, Nanni - not Great Nanni - so I could say that theory has just
flown out of the window. If I knew what a theory is, you understand.
Anyway the Two Greats and Nanni turned up on the IPad and sang an extremely tuneless version
of Happy Birthday to me, this being one of the Greats’ family traditions. It is possible that Nanni was singing in tune but I wouldn’t bet on it. Grandad wasn’t singing because he had fallen asleep in his armchair but I am sure he would have
been singing had he been awake. At least Grandad would have sung in tune. I’m willing to bet on it.
Nanni asked me a number of silly questions, the silliest
of all of them being: “Whose birthday is it today?” This despite the fact that I was wearing the most enormous “Birthday Boy” badge you have ever seen. I kid you not, it covered almost the entire front of my school jumper. Plus Nanni
knows very well that I have had the most exciting of birthday weekends, involving an awesome trip to Dinosaurs in the Wild (Nanni insists on calling this Dinosaur World which only goes to show that Nanni can be Short on Accurate Details) followed by a quite
amazing birthday party to which all the children in Ladybird Class were invited. Nanni knows all this very well because my mummy and my special Auntie Kazza insisted on sending her hundreds of photographs so that she could imagine she was with us. But without
the full sound effects.
Nanni, you see, hates missing out on anything. I am rather like Nanni in this respect though not in others. For example, I wasn’t
the least bit scared by the Dinosaurs in the Wild but I’m pretty sure Nanni would have been. She wanted to know what she would have done, had she been there, feeling scared. I told her she would have to have gone home. I think Nanni was a little disappointed
with my answer, expecting me to say I would have held her hand or given her a hug or something but, let’s be honest, I was just being truthful. If she was that scared - and Nanni is a proper scaredy-cat - then she really would have been better going
home. When it comes to telling things as they are, I take after my Daddy. I think it may be a man thing.
I am five years old now which is practically grown-up.
Tala and Lilia are still only three years old and, however much they try, they won’t be able to catch me up which I reckon is a really good thing because to be honest they are both getting too big for their boots, especially since they went to Small
School. I have to keep reminding them that I go to Giant School and that, in a little while, when I am six or maybe seven years old, I expect I will go to University like Sully and Co from Monsters Inc.
Mummy and Nanni both say I mustn’t grow up too quickly but I reckon it’s easy for them to say - IMHO life is just SO exciting.
Bring it on! I say.