Breakfast of Champions (and photographic models)

Breakfast - almost every day of the week - comprises granola, blueberries and yoghurt.  But every so often we break our fast a little later than normal and have something cooked.

Today is our numero uno choice - our Breakfast of Champions; smoked haddock, poached egg and asparagus with potato and onion rosti.

At about ten minutes past 10, I call Anniemay on her mobile to (a) wake her up and (b) let her know that breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes.  I know - but it’s easier than climbing the stairs……

She wanders in at the appointed time and over breakfast, mumbles ‘portrait’ and ‘mono’.  Naturally, I take an interest as any supportive fellow-blipper would.

If you’ve read her entry for today you’ll know that it turned into a tortuous process whereby I elbowed my way into sitting for her as the subject.  However, dear reader, that’s not quite how it went.  Tortuous? Yes; but all my fault? No.

her; “Look over there”
me; “where?”
her; there (with added emphasis)

‘There’ turns out to be a door handle; “no - not that one”.  As well as the ability to sit still for ages and turn my head in numerous directions, I’m also expected to be an expert on sign language and door handles.

her; “Look at the finger puppet”
me; “What finger puppet?  You’re just poking the door with your hand.”
her; “Do you want me get the finger puppet?”
me; “No - I’ll assume the finger puppet is naked”
her; “OK - now smile.  Go on …”

Some people have a lovely smile - you know the sort - they can light up a room.  I’m just not one of them.  I might be smiling inside - laughing even - but my visage simply does not reflect this.  I recognise that this can be difficult for people trying to take photographs.  But that’s just the way it is.

Now I look at my blip I realise I could have rearranged the plate of food to represent a smiley face; perhaps another time.  When I’m not so hungry.  Or being called upon to perform for a naked finger puppet.  Or rather - the two of them that were directing me this morning.

Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.