Climbing trees and bumped Knees.

Lucy had a very interesting day.

At nearly eight, Lucy feels she has a very clear grasp on reality. As this story will prove, there are times when even perfect Lucy's world view is not quite correct.

Last weekend the sun shone and the birds were very busy singing in the trees. I picked up Lucy and we decided to head off to Cannizaro Park, Wimbledon. As ever George came with us.

Cannizaro Park is beautiful and has lots of great tree climbing opportunities. Lucy being an anti-gravity expert climbs the most difficult and problematic trees to be found in this part of west London. Today was no exception.

Having climbed almost every tree in the park I decided it was a good time to leave. We were all still attached to our limbs and no one had any other serious injuries. At that exact moment Lucy spied the most impossible tree ever!

The base of the tree was about the average width of most peoples homes and the first available branch to climb was well above her head. Being a mug I offered to give her a lift up! Never ever will I offer such a thing again.

Lucy spent the next half an hour climbing arround the tree and then rather loudly and very alarmingly announched she was stuck. Being a brave (some would say mad) kind of soul I climbed the tree to rescue her. I am no tree climber.

Lucy of course, got down with little difficulty but I needed about five different men to assist me. How embarrassing!!

Funny Story

George told me a secret today.

He crept onto my lap for a little chat and whispered...

" My Papa is having a baby, but he is a little embarrased about it."
"Really I said, how do you know?"
"Well, he has a very big tummy doesn't he."
"Yes, I suppose he does." I said.
"Boy's don't have babies but my Papa is very special."

I don't think I have ever laughed so much in my life, even Papa saw the funny side of this little tale.

Another Cold!!!

George has another cold. Which, by definition, means I have another cold coming. Where do little boys pick them up from? George seems to get every bug going. In fact I think it would be fair to say here is the generator of all UK bugs.

All the other children I care for seem to travel through life fairly healthily, George is the exception to the rule. He has the healthiest diet known to man and takes a barrage of multi vits and yet is still a little germ bag.

Anyone got any miracle cures? All suggestions are much appreciated.

Picking up the new car!

Being a nanny means you have good days and bad. Yesterday was most definitely a good one.

George, Lucy, Emily and I went to collect the new car. I arranged for Ed my used car salesman to collect us and take us to the garage. I am not sure Ed has ever travelled in a car with small children. George and Lucy took it in turns to sing to him! George sang the Luna Jim theme tune over and over again whilst Lucy sang sea shanties. Poor Ed, he looked deeply shocked.

We spent 3 hours picking up the car. George, having formed a very close bond with Ed previously, now decided Ed was at the Honda garage purely to entertain him. Ed had to put George on every motor bike in the place and travel up and down the escalator at least 20 times.

By the time we left Ed was exhausted and had most definitely earnt his commission. George on the other hand is still waiting for Ed to come to his house for a play date!

Buying A Car

My car dramatically died yesterday - powder clutch was the issue. George found the whole event very exciting especially choosing a new car. Having trawled through Autotrader and various advice sites (Honest John) we decided upon a Honda Civic. We went to the garage and met Ed, our used car salesman.

George fell in love instantly...was it the oil, the tools, the car...No it was Ed.

We now have a new car and a new friend.

Ed has introduced George to rally car racing in the desert, sadly George is quite convinced my 2001 Honda Civic (family car) is going to miraculously turn into a desert eating racer. He is going to learn disappointment from an early age.