I attended Digby's Party In The Park yesterday, had myself a stall there with Mum and a friend. It was a glorious day, selling our wares and doing ok. Although the combination of marshmallows, chocolate brownie and molten dark Belgian chocolate all at the same time - well, it made me feel quite sick. Which dealt with the hunger pangs successfully!
As evening drew on we packed up our things, loaded up the cars and trailer, then sat down to listen to the bands on stage for a while and wait for the finale fireworks which are always excellent. Mum and Sharron chatted away and I, because I lean towards the geek side of life, was playing tetris on my phone. (Admittedly an out of date geek.) So there I am, minding my own business, sitting quietly in my chair and only slightly aware of their chatting and their discussing a couple of lads playing not too far away. When suddenly tetris was the last thing on my mind as I was walloped in the head, totally out of the blue. Apparently the lads had been throwing a hard rubber doodlebug! Which set its missile aim at my head.
Children tend to have an accident and burst into tears immediately. It's been a long time since I did that, but my god did I cry. I held my head and cried. It really bloody hurt. I do remember screaming 'who the fucking hell did that?' but my vision was a little woozy! Next thing I know there's police, RAF police and a call for a medic. The St. John's ambulance man commented that if I had had my head cut open that the colour of my hair would make detecting that pretty hard! Apparently the lads were profuse with their apologies. Damn right.
Gave me a pretty splendid headache and a sore neck.
I also had the offer of taking further action... hell, why would I want to do that, how many people can say they got hit in the head by a doodlebug and survived?
There's just never any shortage of drama in my world.
And I'm the colour of a lobster. Even with regularly applied suncream. Rather brilliantly I have these little red circles on my back from the bra shoulder straps. No straight forward sunburn for me. No Sir.
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So a doodlebug for Christmas then?
The more I read the more I want you to write, and I cannot wait to get to the beginning, so I can simply wait for the now to appear.
I like you nows and your thens, through the pain, be it self inflicted footwear, or by lads with doodlebugs, I could think of nowhere safer than by your side.
I was at the Lincoln Christmas Market recently and a stuffed tiger flew through the air close to my hair. I chortled to myself as I imagined that in one year I could be hit in the head by a tiger and a doodlebug. I felt vaguely disappointed that it missed me.
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