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Welcome to, Saturday Spotlight! Where I choose what I consider a standout piece from my Sunday Writing Prompt.
Those of you who follow my Saturday Spotlight and Sunday Writing Prompt (probably, hopefully?!) noticed my absence last week. Sometimes, life gets in the way. I have two young boys, ages 1 and 3. I work outside the home, and started an additional job working from home. Needless to say, I have been busy!! Therefore, my posts meant for last weekend shifted to this weekend.
My last Sunday Writing Prompt was, The Nanny, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/06/20/sunday-writing-prompt-june-20-21-tickle-my-fancy/
Aside from the usual rules, I added one more…be FUNNY!!
Laughter has the inept ability to soothe a sordid spirit and remove you from stress, even just for a moment. And, as you might already know, it takes less muscles in your face to smile than it does to frown. I needed a smile, and boy, did you all deliver! Thank you for that 🙂
My choice ended up being autobiographical, and brought me back to my youth when I had the opportunity to take advantage of my babysitters…*insert sinister snicker*
Enjoy Leaking Ink’s submission, “Nanny Was a Snitch“, https://leakinginkblog.wordpress.com/2021/06/21/the-nanny/
I may not have clear memories of the actual acts of betrayal, but I know my mum and I can confidently say that it was probably the second line item in the terms of employment. Line-item number one would have been ‘stalk my daughter at all times.
Mother believed (and continues to believe) that it the solemn duty of everyone to report about everyone else to her. She had impeccable technique when it came to gleaning out information. Privacy was categorised as one of those concepts that did not apply between her and me cause the umbilical cord had rendered that null and void.
But I digress.
I (and over half my town) have been told that this incident occurred when I was around 5 years old (I may be slightly off with the timeline).
Leaving me under the watchful eyes of nanny, dad and mum left to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends. Happy little me stood on the balcony of our apartment waving goodbye with nanny right by my side. Nanny was probably relieved too, to have her mistress gone for a while. For the next few hours she would have complete reign over the castle.
Evidently, I had the same idea. With the speed of the devil (again hearsay) I dashed inside and locked the balcony door. Nanny was trapped in the balcony until my parents returned. I was now free to explore all restricted territories and tackle any and all treasures as I saw fit.
I do not recall what happened thereafter (PTSD?). Needless to say, my chicanery was rewarded with abundant fustigation. Nanny, I gather, decided to promote herself to ex-nanny. Poor mum was back on the market to find another saint.
Now I know myself. It is not as if I had any keen longing for punishments. Why then I ask you was I forced to resort to such extreme measures? Why indeed?
Obviously, Nanny was a Snitch.
Please, take a moment and visit, https://leakinginkblog.wordpress.com/, and give the kudos they deserve 🙂
Not sure what’s in store for tomorrow’s Sunday Writing Prompt. I usually give a hint, just to get the wheels turning, but I’m gonna go where the wind blows me, and I hope you join the ride!