“What’s a Hanny?” asked Daisy as she checked out this blog.

“Actually Fairyhanny is a Spoonerism,” I explained.

“Like a toast to the Queer Dean instead of the Dear  Queen.”

“I don’t get it?”

So I tried again.

“Would you like to show me your toolkits?”

“Are you a smart fella?”

I even got her reciting ‘I’m not a pheasant plucker I’m a pheasant pluckers mate’ quite a feat for a young lady in Chengdu. I have this image of a group of Chinese women shouting out “I’m not a pheasant plucker…”

She finally got it when I said ‘would you duck my sick?’

There was a pause.

“So Fairy Hanny is really Hairy Fanny?” asked Daisy.

“Yes!”

There was a longer pause.

“What’s a Fanny?”