Do I look orange?

22 August 2005

Kids stare/point/laugh at me and sometimes I have to walk them into walls to teach them a lesson. But then there are the little kids, such as the little boy last week, who just make me laugh with their lack of comprehension. Yesterday, I was in Boots in Tunbridge Wells with Mum, doing a bit of shopping. That’s a lie. All the Garnier wipes had gone, so I was wandering aimlessly. Anyway, yes, I was in Boots and as I passed by a little girl, I heard her muttering to her mother, but couldn’t be sure whether she was referring to me. It was only when I was a little distance away that I heard her tell her Mum, “Look, it’s an oompa loompa … there!”

Mum, Dad and I went to Karen’s this morning to admire their new conservatory and the bits and pieces done to the house since we were last there. I took my D50 – I must get a proper bag for it – and took photos while Mum and Dad showed Karen the photos from their trip to Bruges.

I managed to get out into the garden for a few minutes during a break in the rain, but the heavens were, on the whole, open during our visit. Still, it gave me some interesting shots of raindrops on the window and the rain splashing on the garden furniture.

Sarah #2 arrived home from a sleepover while we were there. She’d been up late watching Grease for what was possibly the seven billionth time, but there were no reports of Enid Blytonesque midnight feasts. I tried it a few times with friends from primary school. However, there was one time when the alarm roused neither me nor Sophie and so we had our “feast” at 4.07am, when I woke up for no apparent reason. Better late than never. But I’m just not sure you get the full effect unless you’re drinking ginger beer and you’ve been saving a pot of anchovy paste for the occasion, tucked away behind your lacrosse kit.

Sam and John are currently holidaying in Portugal – one assumes they haven’t been flambÃ©ed.

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27th September 2007 @ 12:36 pm

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