I always know when Mummy talks about something being a priority that it will probably be School or Party Related. It will generally involve either dressing up or crafting something out of nothing at all. Me, I just go
with the flow, following the advice often given by my Nanni who, let’s face it, has to go with the flow more than most people I know, having reached a Great Age.
Yes, this is Faris, aka The Rascal, one of the Trio of Rampaging Rascals - have you missed me? Nanni has said that, now that I am getting older, it is probably time she stopped taking my name in vain and letting me loose on the Daily Blog. In response,
I have pointed out that I do have many fans among our readers who would surely miss the opportunity to hear my Fearless Opinions. Of which, as you are well aware, I have a great many.
Yesterday Mummy told me that our latest priority (it is amazing how many such challenges we are presented with now I am in Seahorse Class) was to create something called a creepy crawly collage out of Autumn leaves, twigs, feathers,
acorns, chestnuts - in fact, just about anything we come across on our daily walk to and from school. Collecting the wherewithal would therefore not be a problem, it was the Act of Creation that might be challenging, I thought.
At this point, Mummy and Daddy had a bit of a discussion about priorities which I didn’t take too much notice of, assuming that Mummy would win. She invariably does when her priority is something
to do with one or both of the twins, or with me. Daddy doesn’t stand a chance when Mummy wheels out the Big Guns and plays the Trump (or, should I say, the Trio) Card.
Anyway, Mummy felt even more strongly about making a successful Autumn Collage on account of the fact that she is still giving herself a hard time for failing to send me dressed up as a pirate to a recent birthday party. For some reason, Mummy considers
this kind of totally understandable omission to be a major Bad Mummy Moment. When we arrived at the party, to find about a dozen
Swashbuckling Types tearing around looking, kind of, piratical, Mummy was,
frankly, distraught. She was, she told me, SO sorry. Well I tried to cheer her up by saying: “It’s okay, Mummy,” in a nonchalant, but earnest, way - but for some reason this made her even more upset. I will never understand women.
Honestly, I was perfectly happy not to have to wear an eye-patch, or a tricorn hat, or a red, spotted bandana over my head. I am so over all that Pieces of Eight stuff. If
I could have had a real life parrot on my shoulder that might have made a difference but, as it was, I was just fine and dandy, as Nanni (incomprehensibly) would doubtless say.
Well, the three of us gathered a perfectly splendid collection of leaves, twigs, feathers and acorns, along with a fair number of creepy crawly insects which somehow came home with us, much to Mummy’s displeasure. It would have been good if we
could have kept them as pets, I’m sure they would have been far less trouble than a dog, for instance - you don’t need to take a beetle for walks for starters but Mummy just wanted them out of the house. Life is unfair sometimes, especially, I
imagine, if you are a bug.
Tala and Lilia insisted on making creepy crawly collages too though they didn’t produce anything quite so splendid as my
spider. As you can see from the picture accompanying this blog it is quite spectacularly spiderish, looking both creepy and crawly in equal proportions. I am only hoping we can manage to carry it to school without losing one of its twiggy legs or its acorn
eyes along the way.
Mummy is happy, anyway. She says that she has managed to redeem herself. Personally, I don’t know what she was worried about.
As mothers go, and in my opinion (of which I have many, but this is one of the most important) she (and my spider) are Simply The Best.