Saturday, October 12, 2013
A rose by any other name
It's so difficult to get a nice picture of Grandson these days, or at least it is if I use my phone, which has a crucial half-second delay between my pressing the button and its actually taking the photo. During this half second, Grandson, who has been flashing me a delightful smile, usually zooms off. Alternatively, I'm rushing so fast to capture the magic that the photo's blurry. In the above case, Grandson is still posing nicely but Granddaughter suddenly appears to be worrying about the rising cost of fuel. But I'm sure that Nanny and Gramps in Worcester will like to see this picture anyway. They read my blog for such photos, not for images of slightly wonky patchwork.
Tony the Painter, Michael 1 and Michael 2 (his principal assistants) and Cameron (his occasional assistant) have finished painting the outside of the house. They've made a lovely job of it. Now that they've gone we feel able to sit doing the crossword without worrying that a hardworking man may suddenly pop up at a window and make us feel like bloated plutocrats at our ease. Those who've heard about Tony previously may recollect that he suffers from name-blindness (is there such a syndrome?). He has a tendency to call me Mrs McDonald (not my name) or Mrs McMillan (no, still not). After a while he started to address Mr L as Bill (no). He addressed the invoice to Mr and Mrs Robson (no).
It's a whole different life: Mrs Bill Robson. The name isn't totally unlike that of Mr L's uncle and there are faint hints of Mr L's name in it but... .
(I wonder what his assistants' names really are. They may not be Michael, Michael and Cameron at all.)