The Oggs

'You're not telling me how to look after a child,' snapped Nanny Ogg mildly. 'And me with fifteen of my own?' - Wyrd Sisters Jason and Shawn may be the only Ogg offspring who grow into real characters, but all fifteen of Nanny's sons and daughters are named in Wyrd Sisters. Page numbers refer to the 1996 reprint of the Corgi paperback, because that's the copy I've got. Although all the pages are falling out. Jason p7: 'I'm babysitting on Tuesday,' said the one with no hat but a thatch of white curls so thick she might have been wearing a helmet. 'For our Jason's youngest. I can manage Friday.' Grame p51: 'It was our Grame's youngest's wedding,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Couldn't miss it.' Tracie p51: 'But we got this lovely new lamp our Tracie sent me,' said Nanny Ogg innocently. Dreen p51: 'You ain't going to draw on the floor again, neither,' warned Nanny Ogg. 'It took our Dreen days to clean up all those wossnames last time -' Wane p54: 'He came to see me, too,' said Nanny Ogg. 'But our Jason and our Wane went out and tole him we didn't want to join.' Darron p69: 'Our Darron's eldest was sick,' she said. 'Been at his dad's beer.' Reet p70: 'Someone tired to dance on the table,' she said. 'Fell into our Reet's pumpkin dip. We had a good laugh.' Shawn p97: The other guard pulled himself together, and saluted. 'Mornin', Mum.' 'Mornin', our Shawn,' said Nanny, and set off across the inner courtyard. Kev p120: 'There's our Jason,' said Nanny happily. 'And Wane and Darron and Kev and Trev and Nev -' Trev p120: 'There's our Jason,' said Nanny happily. 'And Wane and Darron and Kev and Trev and Nev -' Nev p120: 'There's our Jason,' said Nanny happily. 'And Wane and Darron and Kev and Trev and Nev -' Sharleen p121: 'But there's our Reet and our Sharleen and their babbies,' said Nanny. Karen p157: Nanny brightened up. 'Our Karen got married to an innkeeper from there,' she said. Daff p206: 'Our Daff said she saw them actors practisin' this morning,' said Nanny Ogg, who was carrying a bag of walnuts and a leather bottle from which rose a rich, sharp smell. Shirl p251: 'Me too,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Our Shirl frets if I'm not home when she comes to get my breakfast.'