Saturday 8 May 2010: A CLINGON!
Last night, retiring to bed was a mistake as I had no sooner dropped off to sleep than my stomach began to play up (which it does from time to time; especially if I have eaten something to trigger it off - but I hadn't) and so I awoke and remained awake for the next couple of hours. By the time the bout of of pain and discomfort had passed I was exhausted and so today began rather later than it normally would (I fed Louis his breakfast and took myself off back to bed to catch up on lost sleep). However, I had not been back in bed long when the 'phone rang. The conversation went:-
Elderly gentleman caller: Hello, Corinne love, it's me.
Me : Sorry, I thnk you have the wrong numbr (he had - my
name is not Corinne)
Elderly gentleman calller: Oh dear! Sorry love, I thought you were Corinne.
I put the 'phone down and pondered on how someone who was intimate enough with a person to call them 'love' couldn't recognize that the voice that answered the phone was not 'Corinne love'. Then I mused on the fact that it could be me who has a gifted ear as I can always recognize the voices of people I know, when they telephone, just by their "Hello". My 'gifted ear' has, over the years, seemed peculiar to me as when I used to work in the village textile mill the other office staff always used to send the people whose first language was not English (and fascinatingly enough there were quite a lot of them) in my direction. For some reason I seemed to be able to unscramble their version of the English language (I am sure the other office staff could have, with a little more patience, done the same). One chap who was Italian, and who had a very thick accent, always referred to Wellington boots as Billington boots (was there, possibly a Lord Billington who actually invented the boots but failed to register the patent before Wellington jumped on the bandwagon and did so in his stead?). However, ever since then Wellington boots have always been Billington boots in our house.
Gosh! That was a bit of a tangent worthy of one of the conversations that MsGable and I sometimes have. Sorry!
Anyway, today's blip was found when I was having a wander down the lane. It is of a snail clinging to a Butterbur leaf.