Whilst out shopping today my grandsons said they were hungry. So I took them to Morrisons and brought them a breakfast each. They ate their breakfast and said “That was a lovely and delicious breakfast nanny”. Wouldn’t it be lovely if you could cook breakfast as nice as that.
He went on to say how I always burned their dinners. I admitted that my cooking skills are nil, but I like to think that I had other skills; loving them, caring for them, hardly ever having a night out, picking the toys up, getting up in the night when they are not well, taking them to school, making sure that the tooth fairy comes, buying birthday presents and Christmas presents.
Yes I’m not a good cook,
But I’m a good nanny.