Not a lady

I was hoping to ask Nancy what she wanted me to write about on her blog but sadly I've failed. However, once that bridge had been cruised there might be no turning back. Most entries would begin 'actually' or 'well' and then she would proceed to patronise us about some issue we'd massively misunderstood, ('actually daddy, killer whales are dolphins') like some sort of baby mycroft holmes. However, that is all for later months but should make our content more authentic if a little grating.

Nancy is in fine fettle and school is a little over a month away. And having visited European schools in recent months one can only be grateful that our chosen school had implemented a uniform policy although the lack of a tie does disappoint me somewhat as does the lack of a straw boater but you can't have everything can you.

Nancy's chat remains first rate, in common parlance she would be the archbishop of banterbury, with her most recent utterance being 'I'm a lady, but I do fart' in result to her mother's unlikely claim that as a lady she doesn't fart. I know. Madness. I blame feminism for this no fart rhetoric.

I still struggle with an exit strategy for this blog as part of me thinks if I keep going for long enough there if a book deal in it for me or failing that i could easily feature in the guardian magazine. Woof.

Here she is. X

C