Jackie thinks I should tell you about our adventures today. Actually my adventures as she simply came along, observed, and giggled uproariously at me.
We went to Worth, Matravers, a twee seaside village on the Jurassic coast of Dorset. The velociraptors were grazing peacefully and they waved at us as we passed by. I found a fossil but Jackie made me throw it back because it belonged rightly to the British government and as we know they are very protective over their fossils. (she told me to tell you that I then hit her on the head with said fossil to make me sound like a bully, but you know, that I am too nice to do any such thing, Jackie said to tell you also, that I laughed uproariously on hearing the thwack of bone on bone, but hehe, I didn't really)
Anyway, that was a diversion. What I actually wanted to tell you was that I was a hero. Jackie suggested that we should have a pleasant walk on the coastal road. I said, no, no, let's go down to the beach.
Note: The way to the beach was long and treacherously downhill. There were bits where we had to sit on the muddy ground and slide on our bottoms. There were other bits where we had to fight our way through brambles.
Further note: I thought this would be fun.
It was.
Then we had to climb back up again.
Jackie, who is much fitter than me, was a speck in the distance all the way up. She was kind enough to stop halfway to let me rest. I was wheezing like a choo choo train, my heart pounding like a big brass knocker in a manor house. We waited a while and I lay down on this nice grass and wished I didn't have to get up and make my way up this steep steep hill. Jackie was careful to hide her amusement until we had made our way up the hill and were walking along the gentle paths of the coastal road. The road she had originally wanted to take me on. The one I would have enjoyed tremendously without the brambles and the sandy bits and the sliding on bottoms and the Everest-y ascent.
So, anyway, call me Bubbles, darling, everyone does.
12 comments:
I should probably tell you about the cream teas I have been doing myself well in, which made it all that much harder to climb every mountain. Except for the very gentle slopes that were hills, rather than mountains. Not that we climbed a mountain today, it was merely a hill. Steep but still, hilly. And there was this English guy charging up with a determined stride and very red face.
Call me Bubbles darling, everyone does.
Hey, Bubbles:
Pip, pip, cheery-o, sounds very British, almost. Get those tweeds out and hike.
So that makes you a hero, how?
bubbles,
Further note: I thought this would be fun.
Am glad it was. You sound like u r red in the face, staring at the sun (you didnt say - my imagination) and smiling at it
Bubbles: glad you're back. Road's been a little tougher without you.
Nessa: Simon (who is exceedingly English) is offended that you think they wear tweeds...he says he only wears corduroys....eh eh eh...
Grey: I was using hero in the most self mocking of senses...as in, real hero, see what she thought she could do?
lemon: I huffed and puffed and blew myself down. Jackie says, my face was not red, more of a dusky rose.
PTB: Awwww, thank you Bo. And you hang in there...plenty of people rooting for you.
OK I am going to explain the Bubbles bit. It is one of the skits in Little Britain. Have you seen it? If not, you should. It's brilliant. And Bubbles de Vere is one of the funniest and most disgusting characters there....and she says...call me Bubbles dahling, everyone does...and Jackie repeats this ad nauseam, in a nasal voice.
Sounds like fun! England is lovely...have really enjoyed my times there...
Jenn a.k.a Bubbles:
Please tell Andrew I'm sorry and for give me, I'm only an American.
So, did you hit her with the fossil before of after the climb? If it was before, the climb was revenge. If it was after, perhaps she provoked it.
I think that you forgot to leave out the apple cake and lemon drizzle. Those may have had something to do with it. Perhaps you took up smoking fags? That would be problematic, too. Although you could call yourself, Smoky Bubbles.
A thinker: It is fun. Especially the bookshops. Also verdant countryside. And sheep poop.
Nessa: He says never mind. Come over and have a cup of tea some time. Gowan then!
Quilly: I still maintain that I didn't hit nobody with a fossil. If one slipped out of my hand unthinkingly and bounced of anyone's skull, now that would be a different proposition. That would be, what is technically termed as an accident.
HCG: Hauling up all this excess poundage is somewhat irksome. And yet, and yet, and yet I cannot bring myself to regret the ab fab teas over here. Yum.
Cindra Jo: Hallo! Thank you. And welcome to my blog. And your Aunt Quilly is one of my favourite people.
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