The nanny seemed to be extinct until 1975, when, like the coelacanth, she suddenly and unexpectedly reappeared in the shape of Margaret Thatcher.
The first time I learned I could sell myself was when I convinced a wealthy American family to give me a job as a nanny. Childcare. Totally unqualified. But I learned to be ready for anything. And that I can adapt. That I can become the best diaper changer.
Nannies love working in our house because they never know who's gonna walk through the door.
If I'm going to work, hopefully I have a late call time, and can hang out with Rain and our nanny until we shoot.
I certainly didn't have a nanny.
Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
This modern mania for interfering in other's lives, usually under the guise of health and safety concerns, is highly irritating and counterproductive. Down with the nanny state.
Most nanny-state initiatives begin on a local level.
