We have often wondered why Nanni makes things more difficult for herself than they need to be.
When I say “we”,
I mean the Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, and myself, Yours Truly, Faris the Rascal. We are known to you, I believe, as the Trio of Rampaging Rascals which is Nanni again, being fanciful as usual. I am speaking on behalf of the three of us, being the oldest and
the only one who is in proper school - as in, not nursery or pre-school which are just for Tiny Ones - and, of course, the one with the most Opinions.
yesterday Mummy took us all down to the seaside to visit Nanni and Grandad. She was going to take us all for a Happy Meal on the way but for some inexplicable (to us) reason decided instead to pack us up a picnic in the lunch boxes which we take to school
/ pre-school. The idea, she said, was for us to eat our lunch when we arrived at Nanni’s but we unanimously decreed that this would be No Fun At All and set about devouring the contents of our lunch boxes just as soon as we set off in the car for the
drive to the seaside. If we were still hungry after that, we silently agreed, then we all know where Nanni keeps the biscuit tin. Come to that, we know where Nanni keeps everything, especially Dangerous Items. It is good to keep Nanni on her toes, alert for
Potential Disasters, seeing as she has reached a Great Age and therefore needs the exercise.
Down at the seaside we discovered that it was going to be an exciting
evening as it was the Littlehampton Bonfire Night - though we weren’t going to be able to stop to see it, as it was on too late for us. Still we did see the massive bonfire, ready to be lit, and the funfair on the beach. It was a pity that we were too
young for most of the fairground rides - though Lilia did almost manage to make a breakaway and find a way into the Haunted House. Mummy just about caught her before she vanished into the scary gloom. Luckily we did find a rather splendid roundabout which
was just right for the three of us. I rode a motorcycle and My Girls were on a Disney ice cream van which, unfortunately for them, didn’t actually sell ice cream.
We had to make sure to leave Littlehampton before they closed off the roads ready for the Bonfire Night procession but, to be honest, it was pretty chilly so we were ready to head back to Nanni’s after an hour or so running along the prom (prom,
prom), clambering on the Longest Bench (which has our names on it - we’re famous, didn’t you know?) and playing in the Lion’s Den playground. Especially as Nanni had something special up her sleeve for us to do. Which is where I started off
today’s Daily Blog...
Nanni’s idea was that we should each make a special sign for our chairs ready for Christmas dinner which we will be spending
with her and Grandad. First we had to choose a picture we liked from a carrier bag of old Christmas cards, then cut it out and stick it onto coloured card. So, then what did Nanni do? She only made paste out of flour and water! Why she thought that was a good
idea, I have no idea, especially as there was a handy tube of Pretty Stick standing by. What a glorious mess we made! Even Lilia who refused to make a Christmas sign but spread paste all over the table, herself and several pieces of coloured card.
Nanni says that she is going to think up a Making Project every time we come to see her now. She thinks (poor Nanni is quite deluded sometimes) that this will divert us from
Rampaging. The trouble was yesterday that, all the while she was so taken up helping Tala and me stringing our signs up with wool from her knitting bag, she took her eyes off Our Lilia who (we found out later) seized the opportunity to hide Nanni’s watch
in the washing machine. Hopefully it needed a good wash...
Next time we come, we are apparently going to do Baking. We are not exactly sure what Baking involves
but it sounds deliciously messy and therefore right up our street.
Honestly, I sometimes think Nanni will never learn...