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Nanni In Training - the Story According to Faris

Nanni wasn’t able to write this blog because she was in training. This is Faris, but I expect you gathered that. Nanni says she gets lots of comments about the blogs I have written and that people seem to especially like my “opinions”. I am not quite sure what an opinion is but I am glad I have lots of them, especially as other people seem to appreciate them. Whatever they are.


Nanni does a lot of training.  On Saturday she came to see us on the train and on Sunday she went home on another train to Grandad who apparently was missing her. I can understand that because I miss her when she isn’t here.  She is one of those people who you just get used to having around, a mixture of puzzling but comfortable, if you know what I mean. Next weekend she will be training again as she is off to Wales to collect my cousins Sam and James who are having a seaside holiday with my Nanni and Grandad who are their grandparents too.  I didn’t understand at first that I had to share my Nanni and Grandad with all these other cousins but somehow it is fine. Nanni says there is plenty enough love to go round and more tucked away somewhere for the Twins when they arrive. I don’t know where she has tucked the love, but presumably it is somewhere safe.


My Daddy goes training as well but he goes to a gym while Nanni goes to a railway station. This is one of the things that is currently puzzling me.  Is a railway station the same as a gym? Daddy says that training builds your muscles but, honestly, I don’t think Nanni’s muscles are half as strong as mine, however much training she does. I am super strong, everyone says so. At nursery they think that one day I will be an Olympic champion. They haven’t said exactly when that will be so I expect I shall have to wait until I am a little bit older, maybe eighteen months or so? In the meantime I am practising at home. I can lift my toy garage right up in the air and hurl it across the room. Nanni says this is not so good and that I need to stop throwing things but she doesn’t know how much fun it is being a Young Hooligan.


Nanni and I were having these conversations over the course of the weekend. They were a trifle one-sided because Nanni isn’t very good at languages, certainly she doesn’t understand my own special language however hard I try to teach her. Mostly I have to resort to pointing to whatever it is I want her to fetch for me and screeching while she picks up one toy after another until finally she finds the right one.  This takes ages especially as she likes to stop and play with the toys as she picks them out of the toy box.  You should have seen her with Sulley from Monsters Inc. She kept muttering: “Scare away!” and things like that as if he were a real person / monster and not a toy. Even I know he is a toy. Unless Nanni knows something I don’t know.  Which, on present form, seems unlikely.


The weekend was ace.  I took Nanni and my Special Auntie Karen to watch me swim – I am now in Aqautots Penguins class, along with my friend Oliver. We are so good at swimming that we have skipped a level.  I wonder if there is a Sharks class and, if so, when Oliver and I will be able to join it. Now there’s a class you would be proud belong to. In Penguins, as in my last class, the teacher demonstrates our next moves to all the mum and dads using a doll which she then discards in the water. She leaves it to float on its front in a most distressing condition until it is time for her to use it again. When it was time to get dressed again, I noticed immediately that someone had tied the emergency cord in the changing cubicle out of my reach – last time it was great fun watching everyone come running when I pulled it.  Nanni seemed relieved. I don’t know why.


Later in the day, after my long nap, we went to the park where I taught Nanni and Special Auntie Karen a few footballing moves.  They tried hard, they really did.  Auntie Karen was better than Nanni which is probably down to Nanni’s Great Age. However you have to give Nanni credit for trying.


Plus, sooner or later – surely to goodness – all that training must start to pay off.

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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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