Butt cheeks

Nancy is a complex beast as evinced by these two quotes

'I kissed her butt cheeks' (the her, if anyone is worried or overly prurient, in this case was her sister, but more troubling is that ghastly Americanism - could she have not found it in herself to say 'bottom'?)

Perhaps we should discard the couscous? - this is a delightful confluence of stupid verbiage (which makes her father's heart sing) and the nonsense diet of the North London child. Spanner chide.

Like her sister, Nancy has been slightly unwell and has been off school these last few days and unsurprisingly she doesn't really do duvet days. This morning, her first back at school, she woke at 0700 and was sent back to her room by her crapulent pater who wished for a prolonged doze. At 745, pater slightly stunned at the time stumbled into her room to find her fulminating about the lack of an entry about the plague in her encyclopedia. That is normal isn't it? I'm sure that's what all 6 year olds do. I thought so.

The other days were spent trying to tempt her into bed to sleep or to stay in her pyjamas but alas she had a deep rooted sense of propriety that would make her grandparents proud. Each day she dressed, took the daily paper and then to work. Where this protestant work ethic has come from lord alone knows but she as long as she uses it got good not evil then she'll go far.

Beyond that the show insidious descent into Christmas madness is soon to begin. Which will be lovely. Honestly.

Some people just do nothing