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Faris and His Moving Experience

I would have preferred, given the choice, to be allowed to help Mummy and Daddy to carry all our possessions out of our old house and into the removal lorry. I am sure I could have been helpful because, as you know, I am much, much stronger than the average three year old.

Yes, indeed, this is I, Faris, aka the Rampaging Rascal - though I have stepped down from much of my rampaging, now that I am almost grown-up. Just occasionally, mostly for Old Time's Sake, I indulge in a Minor Rampage. This is (i) to keep my eye in; (ii) to keep The Parents on their toes; and (iii) just because I can. Nanni understands this last reason as "Because I Can" was one of the mottos she adopted on her retirement. Frankly, in Nanni's case, I think it isn't altogether appropriate as, in my humble opinion, there are far more things Nanni can't do, than things she can do. Especially where anything like a Rampage - minor or otherwise - is concerned.

Apparently the reason why I couldn't stay to help load the removal lorry was that I, together with The Twinkles, needed to be Out of Harm's Way. No, I have absolutely no idea who or what Harm is, or what number in Harm's Way he lives. All I know is that Auntie Karen and my cousin Hazel arrived bright and early yesterday morning - presumably while Harm was still a-bed - and drove me and The Twinkles off to her house, where Nanni was to join us later on.

Nanni, incidentally, had an explanation about Harm and his Way. She reminded me how sometimes I get an "Ouch!" - say, when I trip over my dinosaurs scattered all over the floor - and occasionally I get a "Big Ouch!" as in when I had to have my jabs. One in each arm, would you believe it? Next time Mummy says we need to go to see the doctor, I'm going on strike. Anyway, Nanni says that if I find myself in Harm's Way, it may result in a "Massive Ouch!" I've decided I'm not going to go there..

Now here's a strange thing. At home it only takes one person - Mummy or Daddy - to look after the three of us perfectly adequately with meals, snacks, stories and the occasional Dinosaur Fight thrown in. Yesterday there were no fewer than six people on Trio Duty. That's two people per one of us which is clearly ridiculous. Anyone would think we were a handful. Or, three handfuls.

One thing I knew about our move was that in my bedroom there would be Seriously Big Dinosaurs. It was quite late, well past our bedtime, before we finally made the short journey from Auntie Karen's house to our new home. And, yes, on the windowsill in my bedroom were the largest toy dinosaurs you have ever seen, to match my dinosaur duvet . Frightened? Hey, no, not me. I took them all to bed with me, knobbly as they were.

The Twinkles have butterfly duvets in their cots and our Cousin Elle has made matching butterfly bunting to decorate their bedroom. Nanni helped out by doing all the boring bits - she and Elle called the butterfly bunting their "holiday project". One day when I am bigger, maybe four years old or so, I will tackle projects with Nanni. So long as she does the boring bits, that is.

I expect you want to know if I will miss our old house. I thought I might but then, as Nanni says, it's only our house we've left behind.

We've brought our home with us.

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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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