Leggings – Back to the Beginning...

Leggings – Back to the Beginning...

 

It's Mr and Mrs Homburg Hat! Alive as well and walking after me around the Norwich shops earlier this week.

He's minus the hat. Perhaps its because it identifies him instantly with his plump short wife by his side.

 

At every shop he critiques me , “Oh look,” he said artlessly to the shop assistants, “Of course what they say about her can't be true, can it! I mean if they said that about someone who meant something like my wife here...” etc etc.... Sometimes they get cross and cut him off.

 

She breaks it strolling about it her new clothes and admiring the shiny shoes someone has put on her feet. It's as if she's Cinderella for the day. Never seen such shoes.... never and now she's got them for being mean!

“Yes, well if she was really clever like they say she is, why doesn't she do more?” etc etc.... it's an act. I'm sure e of it, or he's run out of money and is back for more.

 

He used to walk around the streets with a much younger woman, with a Zara handbag and other goodies... I know because I went into Zara's for the first time last week. It's different. Too much blitz for me, except the handbags are quite good! I must be getting old!

 

Today I nearly broke into the Bum family plotting session at Jarrolds. I'd been to buy some craft stuff, and I sat down for a quick coffee – which was lovely as usual - right beside them. I didn't get it until they left.

 

I knew her daughter years before when I rented a house from her, if its the same one, she used to be with a magazine giant... Now years later she's with a Romany man with the traditional Romany looks. They were about to start on planning out their next move on me... when suddenly he told them I was beside them – must have been his psychic senses and up they got. They move like an army. All as one!

 

After they went the whole cafe relaxed and conversations began. It's amazing how you can sit there sipping a drink and chatting to someone you don't know and pass the time away. I wonder if Philosophy coffee mornings or evenings might work there. Not that I know much Philosophy these days – I just find it all fascinating!

 

Last night I was buzzed by water with air... so I dripped the tap. Tonight I've been buzzed by some woman with a strange device and my whole back of head hurt. I can hear them yet I don't know where they are. Or if its just radiation from radio waves that's causing the effects. I'm scared to sleep in my bed tonight and have turned off the heating – incase that makes it all worse, and opened the windows a little.... I'm hot, which is odd.

 

I want to sleep. The Bum Fairy is rushing about making a new list of names, “Are you her friend?” she asks anxiously, “Only I have to put it down that-a-way!”

If this has to do with me, none of them are my friends. Not without asking me first please. I wonder if this is a new will or one they hope will come up again. Either way, they are not my friends.

 

Most of them swear at her, they are angry, of course they are not! It's emphatic, their pride is up! They were paid to kill me! They are running too slowly and they have been told so... So who is paying them?

 

Oh yes, there's one more thing, I suppose the Bum Fairy told Norwich all about it today, I've used a hint from the advertising game I play.... I put out two free ads across America – re the books, and it's certainly got them looked at, which is lovely.

Here's the link for one of them with the famous picture above....

https://nevada.classifiedsgiant.com/35031920-childrens-knitting-book-ful...

its had 225 hits so far, and thats got to be good :) 

I may not be the right person for certain people, yet I do feel that I am the right person for me :) 

 

N.B.  As I got on the bus today some young Chinese man said to his friend, "She's the one they say it about!  I know she didn't write X...!

Young man.  you made my day.  Yup!