wytchcroft

Since last week, well; last Saturday i was sent home because of the high water but it was funny as a family hunkered down in the shop and scowled at the traffic warden (who had just nabbed them for a ticket) and were hoping he’d get hit by lightning. Luminous yellow jacket flaring under the cobalt blue/grey sky.

Similar thing on the Wednesday as the heavens poured thunder and i was helping on a stall and the mum of one the girls there started carrying away a metal clothes rail and it was a total “Nooooooo!!!...” slo-mo moment for everyone – well except for a certain Ms R. un-fussed as ever. Called me “You elusive man, you.” though and i really am a sucker for such retro-sounding compliments.

Ah, yes – the Circle of Life:

Talking of the market, here is a nice circuit de vie (or whatever). The stallholders borrowed hangers from the charity shop opposite. Ok. Collecting these hangers is why i was lurking about in the first place (long story cut completely). As i got to the stall i could hear the plaintive French wailing of a young (and French, d’uh) mother whose enfant had misplaced a hat. Small hat. Very small hat.

“Oh no!” we all yelped. (well, some of us, koff koff!)

Time shunted off and later i was grabbing up the hangers and about to take them back to the shop when Ta-da! Le hat d’enfant, formerly disparu now spotted by my smeagle-eyed self under the wheels of a near-by parked car. Even better, the long departed mum could be spotted sitting dejectedly a ways off on a bench. Yay for happy endings! etc.

Point being; if the shop manager hadn’t agreed to loan the hangers then the hat might never have been found and returned.

Nice eh? The manager therefore done good twice over.

Elsewise; free cake and food at the Sunday market where i jabbered on about comics with young kid S. and we bought some (i got old Hulk comics and Tomb of Dracula). He’d just got back from Stratford where the Shakespeare Squad pulled it off by all accounts (see previous entry) – in fact i was supposed to go to a celebratory party (which they much deserved) but, alas, i was worn out from the post-funeral bash i attended beforehand (see again, Circle of Life).

That was ok, went well, met some more interesting people.

Off to the cinema this week, hopefully, to catch ‘Sound of my voice’ which looks intriguing; just watched Paris Je T’aime (on dvd) which was much better than i expected, horrible template though for the sorts of film (apparently) following it.

Current lit consumption is Megan Abbott and - more Megan Abbott seemingly – but also, fairly recently; The Shrinking Man, yes that 50s classic, which got me to wondering; who would win – The Incredible Shrinking Man or The Fly???

“Help me! Help Meeee!”

And in collusion; this coming week sees me in the grip of the dentist – first time in a while, not sure what state my mouth is in... But the ulcer probably hasn’t done it any favours (flavours even!).

oh and the new Total Recall sucks hardy.