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Thursday, 13 May 2021

The paparazzi and the

pom-pom.

At sparrow-fart yesterday  I was up and dressed and looking fairly respectable, well as respectable as I am ever going to look these days.  My dental appointment was at 8.45am, far too early for a woman of my advanced years.  I often say to the dentist I could have bought a small terraced house with the money I have handed over looking after my teeth.  He looks pained as he delves further into my rosebud!

On return home I decided on a session on the allotment.  Being of a slothful disposition I stayed in the same ‘being abroad in the big wide world’ attire.  My usual bag-lady allotment look was relegated to the compost heap that is my covid clothes pile.  Getting lost in the tilling of the soil I was happy in my own sweet world.  Husband was pottering, Ellie was guarding, all was cheery in this Ludlow idyl.  The chairman bustled up and enquired whether we would mind having our photograph taken for a local magazine.  Both of us replied ‘Err... no chance!  Even Ellie slunk into the shed.  Idly the thought occurred I am looking fairly normal for me not my usual ‘Hungry and Homeless’ doorstep look.  Mind you the size of me wouldn’t convince many.  The photographer by way of bribery said how much he would love Ellie in the picture.  That was the coup de grace.  The job was a good’un in normal speak.  

Later in the day, still in the same dental outfit minus the mask obv. I was just about to set off back to my little piece of paradise when flying down the hill came our vegetable delivery cargo bike.

‘Would you mind having your photograph taken for us to publicise our bicycle deliveries?’

In for a penny in for a pound, I agreed all the while thinking what am I doing?  My ‘I want to be alone’ header statement about keeping a low profile was crumbling around my ears.

This morning I stepped out fully expecting stepladders-a-go-go to be in full force as the photographers lay in wait for the newly emerged recluse to show.  I peeped out not a ruddy soul.

Disgruntled I smartly stepped up the hill to the market smarting at the waste of slap and spritz I had carefully applied this morning. 



11 comments:

  1. And the Pom-Pom? Was that to guide random photographers to the photogenic family in the allotment?
    How is the allotment coming on; have you been working on it during lockdown?

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    1. I will return to finish the pom-pom which is now hanging in the entrance to the allotment. The allotment is going well and yes I have been enjoying all the work I have put in on the plot, photo’s to follow at some stage.

      LX

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  2. Yes, looking forward to allotment shots...and other photographs as well!!

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    1. I keep meaning to take photographs, but then decide to wait... a big change has happened.

      LX

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  3. I'll be able to say "I knew her when...." - well, sort of - as much as one can say one knows someone via ones blog? You know what I mean.

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    1. My fifteen minutes of fame are long gone. I do have lots to tell whether here is the right place... I’m not so sure?

      LX

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  4. How do you do it? I am barely up at 8:45, possibly one leg in and one leg out.

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    1. You and me both kid... under normal circumstances. These though as you know aren’t normal... Oh dear me NO!

      LX

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  5. I am wary of Papa Ratzi, I only have one "good" side (and that's the other side of any convenient brick wall). My goodness me I'd forgotten pom-poms! Haven't seen one of those or waved one in anger since I was a cheerleader at Eton for the rugger team.

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    1. Ra-ra skirt as well I suppose? Best your derrière sits on the bridge of the Cardinal grappling with winding holes and the like, methinks?

      LX

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