Nanny

My other nanny is coming to stay with us on Saturday! She lives in Holland, where everybody wears silly little lace caps on their head and wooden shoes. And they all live in windmills made of Edam cheese and eat tulips for breakfast and speaks some kind of weird hurdy gurdy language.

I wonder if my nanny looks a bit like this?



She shouldn't as she's a lovely Irish lady, but you never know. I hope she likes me and brings a suitable present over from Holland. She's Bunker's mom so she's bound to be lovely. MInd you I'll have to teach her to speak proper Essex before she leaves! Can't let her leave the country not talking all proper like.

Ah well, simply must have my nap!
Kisses,

Charlie, Dowager Duchess of Ingrave and Herongate