“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?”
