SEA-SICKNESS AMONG THE FLOWERS.
It all started when we finally got the
Water-Feature to perform its charming little fountain of trickling water down
several levels of fake wrought iron. G.
and I loved it. And we loved the little
patio that Peter had constructed around the summer-house. So of course we had to take a
photograph. And, of course, with Gerald
having new skills on the computer, the photograph had to go on Facebook. More than this, the photograph turned out to
be a Video of things in our garden.
“Leave the cooking, and come out and be
in the photo!” he shouts. Dutifully I seat myself in the open doors of
the S.H. and while awaiting his jiggling with the camera, I look about the
place in a grumpy manner, occasionally eyeing the tinkling W.F. in front of
me. The result was horrific. In the video I look like H.M. the Queen on a
bad day, as she wishes people would stop singing “God Save the Queen.” Only worse as I have no make-up on and am
wearing an old summer dress with unlovable fat bare legs on display. “My God!”
I plead “you can’t publish that on FB.
It goes all round the world!” (a bit of an exaggeration, but you know –
we know grandchildren, for example and others abroad who look at these things
on occasion. So we did it again, this
time with a quick application of slap on my face, a stylish gypsy scarf hiding
my hair, and an Indian shawl covering my legs.
The risible result has to be seen to
believed. The camera swivels shakily
around the Water Feature. And I am seated with an open book dressed like
an idiot and smiling spookily at the camera.
Well, after Gerald’s efforts to
find out how to work the placing of a Video on Facebook, accompanied by
despairing curses at the lack of help from the computer, we were sort of dismayed
to be told by my sister in the wilds of the South of England that his video made
her seasick – the shakiness of the film I suppose. My daughter said it was the weirdest video
she had ever seen – my strange outlandish smile she meant I suppose. G’s brother in America says “it makes him
want to………… a pause. Does he mean “to
pee” or “to commit suicide.” After a
thousand dots, he says “want to visit!”
For myself, I cannot look at it without dissolving into uncontrollable
giggles of laughter. It’s surreal. But then so is life.
We soldier on. We await the great show we will have in town
soon, that is the resumption of parliament and the march of political
chicanery. For the retired, like the
two of us, it’s a fascinating scenario.
Great Britain, Europe, U.S.A., the
Middle East, Africa. You name a country
in this weary world, and you will find fascinating things going on.
Now reading in bed at night “HANIF
KUREISHA COLLECTED STORIES”—Absolutely Brilliant!”
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Ah Margaret, by far my favorite Dunlop blog to date!
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