Fountains of Bean

September 13, 2013

Fountains of Bean

I rather failed to deliver the promised deluge. Over a has month has passed and nothing else has appeared. I am to this blog what Obama is to Gitmo Bay - all words and no action. However, unlike Obama I'm putting right my failings. Oh yes. Nancy has been transformed into a walking dictionary. She is like a more charismatic version of Johnny 5 - which is high praise indeed. Whilst googling for a Johnny 5 trailer I came across this which isn't really related to Nancy in anyway but if you are in existential funk and wonder what the point of this all is, this video will lift your spirits. And make you realise he was the greatest President we could never have. And if you need some parenting advice he is on the money too.

Nancy is beyond good and evil - aside from her potty non-compliance but that ain't no thang really. She has got good chat - some gems from this morning include "Daddy, there is stinky whopper in there, you need to go in the garden" and "I'll make breakfast, you have a bath". Suffice to say I'm still waiting for Breakfast but I'm not one to hold a grudge. Not at all. She has also developed an obsession with adjectives that end in the letter y. The outside is a bit chilly or a bit rainy, the floor is a bit slippy, you are a bit mercurially that sort of thing. Sadly, she already has a broad North London burr which will have to dealt with before it spreads into her soul like a Japanese knotweed. If she is going to have any accent then it will be Dutch-Irish not the blandishments of N15. Tha'ts right she is now a South Tottenham (Presley and Parton, eat your heart out - this is the definitive version) baby which means she is a least 15% tougher than before.

She has also developed a deep love of baths, which means the almost inevitable jihad of yesteryear have dissolved away into a joyous hour of paddling and splashing and general nonsense of the highest order. Happy days. Indeed, she has had something of a damascene moment when it comes to water. Previously, it was Israel to her Hamas but no longer. Water is no longer feared but embraced. On an otherwise anonymous Tuesday morning in Somerset House, she ploughed into the fountains without a fear in the world and lifted the spirits of pretty much all in the courtyard - a South African tourist basically wept on seeing her carefree frollicking. And we all know how mental Saffas are so that should underscore how immense it was. That is the best part of Nancy really - the transformation of the mundane into something really rather sublime (sharing my traffic with my favourite leadership blog - she really is so profound, it's like damn Longinus this is deep).