Meet the Grammar Nanna

Hello Darls,

Carol told me she’d feed my cat if I said a few words to introduce myself. That’s all well and tall but my little Ninkipops is very particular about what he eats. If that young missy doesn’t mix just the right portions for him he might have one of her eyes out!

Ah well, that’s why doctors made golf balls.

Now then, where shall I start?  If I start at the beginning, you’ll still be reading after midnight before I get to 1973! Ah the seventies—I still don’t understand them. Except for polyester. I understand that. Oh, and the caftan—I threw some of my best soirees in a caftan. Lennie at the barbeque and me in the kitchen juggling devilled eggs, salads, mashed spud wrapped in devon, cheese fondue and Cinzano. By the middle of the night, after the children were in bed, we’d all be in the pool—sometimes with the caftans!

But I digress. I grew up in a time when teachers whacked you with a cane for not speaking and writing properly. That’s not a good thing and is one reason why I was arrested in 1965 at a ‘lively’ open-air meeting.

Back then my eldest boy, Donald was in Grade 3. One day, his teacher caned him in front of the class for making a spelling mistake. Well, I was up in arms and rallied all the other P & C mothers together. We marched up to that school raising Holy Harry. My Donald wasn’t the only child to have been abused like that and we were all furious.

Long story short, police were called, scuffles broke out, offending teacher received broken nose and yours truly spent the next few hours cooling off behind bars waiting for Lennie to come and straighten things out with a few bottles of Tooheys New.

 ‘Hitleresque’ teachers aside, it is important to remember the basics of good communication. That’s why I was glad to help out when Carol asked me to ‘pop in’ and add a hint or two to her little publication.

Oh dear, I just heard a commotion in the kitchen! Ninkipops does not sound pleased. I hope Carol still has both her eyes.

 “Cin-cin”

The Grammar Nanna