Tuesday, December 27, 2011
6th day of Christmas - not very Christmassy.
Cough, cough, cough......nasty attack of the coughing in the night.
But I do feel stronger, but really quite tired now.
Our 6th day of Christmas has not been very Christmassy - much more routine.
We have been looking after the shop today.
Some of our number will look at the list of sales and wonder why we bothered - there were fewer than normal. But Jonathan will be delighted with over £200 taken for him today; and Bill was pleased with £20.
There were lots of people in for a browse and that is almost as important as sales. If people come in, feel welcome and enjoy their visit then they will be back.
We were working with Mick; before he felt obliged to retire to care for his sick wife, he was a cameraman for ITV and had worked extensively on The Bill for a few years.
He clearly has some thespian friends.
We had one in this afternoon - enjoying and unexpected leisurely Christmas. She should have been in pantomime; but it got cancelled. This was the pantomime that hit the headlines by not employing real dwarves to play the 7 dwarves, because it is cheaper to employ children in dwarflike papier mache heads.
She did say that the pantomime with children didn't work anyway, because the dwarves lines we were prerecorded and the others had to fit in round them, with no time for ad libbing, which is what a good pantomime seems to demand.
Strange serendipity thing this - only yesterday Alison was telling of a thespian friend of hers whose father is the manager of the main dwarves theatrical agency.
We closed the shop at 4 o'clock. After all it is a bank holiday.
This evening I watched the first part of Great Expectations. I was never one to read the books that I "ought" to read. So of course didn't read Dickens. I have no way of telling if this adaptation is close to the book. But the BBC don't ususally muck around with the classics too much, do they?
I have also had some fun looking for photos from the past.
My cousin Chris felt that he had never ever met my brother, Robin (who died in 1980). I don't have a picture od them together but I think one of the pictures of Rod and Chris with their mother was taken in our village, on the village green
But I do feel stronger, but really quite tired now.
Our 6th day of Christmas has not been very Christmassy - much more routine.
We have been looking after the shop today.
Some of our number will look at the list of sales and wonder why we bothered - there were fewer than normal. But Jonathan will be delighted with over £200 taken for him today; and Bill was pleased with £20.
There were lots of people in for a browse and that is almost as important as sales. If people come in, feel welcome and enjoy their visit then they will be back.
We were working with Mick; before he felt obliged to retire to care for his sick wife, he was a cameraman for ITV and had worked extensively on The Bill for a few years.
He clearly has some thespian friends.
We had one in this afternoon - enjoying and unexpected leisurely Christmas. She should have been in pantomime; but it got cancelled. This was the pantomime that hit the headlines by not employing real dwarves to play the 7 dwarves, because it is cheaper to employ children in dwarflike papier mache heads.
She did say that the pantomime with children didn't work anyway, because the dwarves lines we were prerecorded and the others had to fit in round them, with no time for ad libbing, which is what a good pantomime seems to demand.
Strange serendipity thing this - only yesterday Alison was telling of a thespian friend of hers whose father is the manager of the main dwarves theatrical agency.
We closed the shop at 4 o'clock. After all it is a bank holiday.
This evening I watched the first part of Great Expectations. I was never one to read the books that I "ought" to read. So of course didn't read Dickens. I have no way of telling if this adaptation is close to the book. But the BBC don't ususally muck around with the classics too much, do they?
I have also had some fun looking for photos from the past.
My cousin Chris felt that he had never ever met my brother, Robin (who died in 1980). I don't have a picture od them together but I think one of the pictures of Rod and Chris with their mother was taken in our village, on the village green
