Weirdly Almost Famous

“I think she’s that woman off the TV.” ~Overheard at the Shopping Mall

Yesterday I went into a shop in the city to buy some face cream. As I paid for my purchase the shop assistant asked if I was a member of their loyalty program and then tried to find me on the database using my phone number.

That didn’t work so she asked for my name.

‘Nicole,’ I began.

‘Cody!’ she responded. ‘Oh my God, I thought you were Nicole Cody. Hi Nicole, I read your blog!’

The shop assistant, Marika, was kind and very charming and she loaded me up with lots of free samples, which was lovely of her. As I was leaving she asked me if she could take a selfie with me. Which was weird, but I obliged and said yes.

As Marika and I posed together another woman in the shop took a photo of the two of us and asked to have her photo taken with me too. She then hugged me profusely and left the store.

Outside the store the second woman showed her friend the pictures she’d taken with me.

‘Who’s that?’ I overheard her friend said. ‘Should I know her? Is she famous or something?’

‘Yeah, I think so,’ the woman who’d taken a selfie with me replied. ‘I think she’s that woman off the TV.’

Her friend turned around and took a surreptitious photo of me before they walked off.

Neither of them knew me, but they were hoping I was ‘someone’.

I’m still laughing.

If you DO happen to know who I am and you ever see me and want to come up and say hi, please feel free. I’m not the woman off the TV but I do write an awesome blog!

Biggest hugs and love, Nicole xx

One of those mornings…

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“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” 
~ Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

Our farm is usually a tranquil place first thing in the morning. There’s the dawn chorus, with its multitude of birdsongs.  Perhaps the lowing of a cow, and the rustle of the wind in the trees.

But this morning the soundscape was a little different.

Instead of tranquility we had loud girly screams.

And yes, I was the source of those screams.

Why?

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I put one foot into my left gumboot, and my bare toes found… instead of bare space… something squishy and cold and wriggly and wrong.

A toad.

Yep.  I screamed. A good girly scream. I wasn’t expecting that big cane toad to be in my boot.

Gathering my wits I tipped that toad out and put my boot on. Then gently eased my right foot into the other boot.

Erk! Something slimy, gross and stinky.

Harry had retrieved a bone from the walk-through-cow, a long dead animal down on the flats – the dog equivalent of a MacDonalds drive-through. To stop Bert finding it, Harry hid it in my right gumboot.

Whoops! Sorry, Mum...

Whoops! Sorry, Mum… I might just sit over here and make like I’m invisible.

I took the hint and decided not to go for a walk.  Instead I opted for a nice hot shower to warm up.

And that was the source of girly scream number three.

A gigantic huntsman spider dropped off the shower rose and onto my head. This was actually the scream that woke the world up!

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After which he calmly climbed back up to his original spot.

And no, I haven’t managed to have a shower yet.

I’m going to have a calming cup of tea instead.

So not cool…