Monday, January 28, 2013
Oddbods
We have hardly been at home today - and it's nearly bedtime. So, some photos I have to share will wait until tomorrow.
We have been at the shop of course.
I had set myself the task of putting a bit of zing into Bill's little section.
Very quickly I had cheap model cars and planes all over the desk.
Bother - the first of the day's odd bods came in and I could have done with the space.
Mrs Oddbod works for God, bless her. Her calling is to wear a hat everywhere she goes, advertising God's love........except one can hardly call is a hat, apart from the fact that it is on her head.
It is a large poster, encapsulated in plastic and rolled to form a cylinder which perches precariously, with the words God is Love.
She is big and black and lively.
She comes to the shop very often - full of confidence when it comes to squeezing best prices.
She buys a lot of Portmeirion china. I wondered why.
She sells it on.......at the Faygate car boot sale. I am not sure how one can buy at an antiques centre in Dorking (even with very good best prices) and be a successful seller at a car boot sale.
Perhaps having a stall creates an opportunity for missionary work.
She was with us for ages....and then couldn't carry all she had chosen.
Gradually I got Bill's shelves livened up with some fresh stock.
Poor Bill! He likes things very ordered and neat and now thinks it looks rather higgledy piggledy!
After lunch Mr Oddbod was in - Chris. He's happy enough I think, but is a bit short of something in the communication department.
He has his conversation - the same every time.
"You remember me, don't you" "Do you like the antique shops in Brighton?" "I'm a good customer I am aren't I?" And so on.
I was not able to give him much time because we had a man in wanting to sell things.
I paid too much for some games.
Maybe I got a bargain with the food processor.......no, not for sale in the shop.
I don't know how it came up when he was in a couple of weeks ago - but I had said I might be interested in his food processor because the one I have had for years is very fragile these days.
Now I have a Krupps processor with attachments, including a potato peeler (which I don't need). Maybe tomorrow we will have to see if was a bargain or not.
Bill had to deal with the next Mrs Oddbod. I had popped out for shopping. She brought in 2 bags of books. She is abrupt and rude - another lacking in the communication department - she doesn't mean to be, I am sure; another somewhat handicapped person.
She has tried to palm these books off on everybody. She doesn't give up. If whoever is in hints that another just might be interested she demands that the person is phoned - immediately. Thus I was outside Crawley hospital last Wednesday, with a pneumatic drill pounding my ears hearing every last detail about her Punch Annuals. "No, I definitely do not want them"
They appeared again today - somebody had suggested that Sue might want them.
There were sales too.
One of the items of Portmeirion bought by the "God's love" woman was mine.
Bill sold a couple of small bits too.
We left the shop about 20 minutes early - when the really bad rain set in.
I got home and saw that I had picked up the little shop book with all our telephone numbers in.
Bother!
But then again, not so bad - we could take it round to Jo; she lives close by and is in the shop tomorrow.
Had a lovely evening chatting and gossiping over a cup of tea.
We have been at the shop of course.
I had set myself the task of putting a bit of zing into Bill's little section.
Very quickly I had cheap model cars and planes all over the desk.
Bother - the first of the day's odd bods came in and I could have done with the space.
Mrs Oddbod works for God, bless her. Her calling is to wear a hat everywhere she goes, advertising God's love........except one can hardly call is a hat, apart from the fact that it is on her head.
It is a large poster, encapsulated in plastic and rolled to form a cylinder which perches precariously, with the words God is Love.
She is big and black and lively.
She comes to the shop very often - full of confidence when it comes to squeezing best prices.
She buys a lot of Portmeirion china. I wondered why.
She sells it on.......at the Faygate car boot sale. I am not sure how one can buy at an antiques centre in Dorking (even with very good best prices) and be a successful seller at a car boot sale.
Perhaps having a stall creates an opportunity for missionary work.
She was with us for ages....and then couldn't carry all she had chosen.
Gradually I got Bill's shelves livened up with some fresh stock.
Poor Bill! He likes things very ordered and neat and now thinks it looks rather higgledy piggledy!
After lunch Mr Oddbod was in - Chris. He's happy enough I think, but is a bit short of something in the communication department.
He has his conversation - the same every time.
"You remember me, don't you" "Do you like the antique shops in Brighton?" "I'm a good customer I am aren't I?" And so on.
I was not able to give him much time because we had a man in wanting to sell things.
I paid too much for some games.
Maybe I got a bargain with the food processor.......no, not for sale in the shop.
I don't know how it came up when he was in a couple of weeks ago - but I had said I might be interested in his food processor because the one I have had for years is very fragile these days.
Now I have a Krupps processor with attachments, including a potato peeler (which I don't need). Maybe tomorrow we will have to see if was a bargain or not.
Bill had to deal with the next Mrs Oddbod. I had popped out for shopping. She brought in 2 bags of books. She is abrupt and rude - another lacking in the communication department - she doesn't mean to be, I am sure; another somewhat handicapped person.
She has tried to palm these books off on everybody. She doesn't give up. If whoever is in hints that another just might be interested she demands that the person is phoned - immediately. Thus I was outside Crawley hospital last Wednesday, with a pneumatic drill pounding my ears hearing every last detail about her Punch Annuals. "No, I definitely do not want them"
They appeared again today - somebody had suggested that Sue might want them.
There were sales too.
One of the items of Portmeirion bought by the "God's love" woman was mine.
Bill sold a couple of small bits too.
We left the shop about 20 minutes early - when the really bad rain set in.
I got home and saw that I had picked up the little shop book with all our telephone numbers in.
Bother!
But then again, not so bad - we could take it round to Jo; she lives close by and is in the shop tomorrow.
Had a lovely evening chatting and gossiping over a cup of tea.
