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The Twinkletoes Report

We are now ballerinas!

 

No, that’s not Nanni, using what she calls “the Royal Wee” (which we both think is a little rude, if not treasonable) - it’s Tala and Lilia, also known as The Twinkles. Or, as of yesterday, the Twinkletoes.

 

We have joined a club called JD Dance. We don’t exactly know what JG Dance stands for, our best guess is that it is Jolly Good Dancing which is, of course, what we aim to be doing, once we have got the hang of it. Our cousins Jack and Hazel used to go to JG Dance until Jack went off to Monsters Inc University and Hazel joined Hearts Head. We don’t know why they decided to go so far away when we live just round the corner, you would think they would want to stay and play with us. Still they did come home for the Eats-ter holiday and we made sure to keep them entertained so that they would know exactly what they would be missing when they left home for the new term. 

 

As well as ballerina-ing, we will be learning something called jazz and tap. Our Grandad, who knows a thing or two, says that if we are to learn tap dancing then we must be careful not to fall in the sink. Everybody laughs when he says this but we can’t understand why, we think it is very sensible of him to prepare us for Unexpected Eventualities.

 

Nanni says that when our Mummy and her sisters were little, they used to go to ballet lessons. They even passed a couple of exams though Nanni says our Mummy never earned top marks for turnout as she always arrived for her exams with sticking plasters on both her knees, presumably covering up a Big Ouch or two. We know all about that, the Big Ouch, we mean.

 

Nanni also says that when Mummy and her sisters were learning to be ballerinas, they were taught about “good toes” and “naughty toes.” Good toes were pointed and naughty toes were, well, not. We are not sure we agree with this, being as a toe is a toe, but we are not going to worry Nanni by arguing. Like, would it be worth it? Over a toe? Naughty or not?

 

We are still a bit hazy about the whole Ballerina Business. For example, when we are really good, apparently we will be able to go on points. Probably not yet, we think we will need to be at least four years old or so. No, we don’t understand what happens when you go on points but we are thinking it is possibly like the ballet equivalent of a Reward Chart. Mummy is a Great Believer in reward charts which she cleverly draws up herself so that each of the three of us can earn rewards, or points, for different things. 

 

Faris, who is Our Hero as well as our Big Brother, has decided that for now he would rather be a gladiator than a ballet dancer so he and his girl-friend Charlotte recently went to a Gladiator Day. We are not quite sure what a gladiator is but Lilia thinks there is a possibility she might want to be one of them, instead of a ballerina. Mummy says Lilia is a Reluctant Ballerina. This may, or may not be to do with her toes. Nanni always says “each to his own” which is one of those annoying Nanni-isms which means absolutely nothing to anybody. However, we do believe in Equality - you have to be a twin to really, truly, understand about Equality. So, if Lilia wants to be a gladiator, like Faris and Charlotte, then that would be perfectly fine - though, bearing in mind she is already a princess (did you know that? She is absolutely certain that she is a princess so it must be true) we need to check out whether princesses can be gladiators. If we knew what a gladiator was, it might help.  

 

For the moment we will carry on being the Twinkletoes that we are. 

 

Everybody now: “Good toes! Naughty toes!”

 

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24.09 | 18:00

I’m glad you liked it, Sally. Jaqui x

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24.09 | 08:25

Beautiful piece. Thank you. Sally

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30.08 | 19:32

P.s. I absolutely adored Gipsy Tart, and, yes, my son has his work cut out!!

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30.08 | 19:26

I too went to school in Kent where my Aunt worked as a dinner-lady. I got seconds sometimes thirds of my favourite pud, the said Gipsy Tart. My son’s a dentist!

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