This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits
July 1st. Told to meet First Of Her Name in town ‘to help me chose.’
Terror grips all morning as I speculate what it is I am to help choose.
In normal circumstances our marriage has remained steadfastly democratic: if we are to acquire anything new, be it a sofa or fridge or wall paper, we are both involved in the decision process thus:
- The First Of Her Name determines three possibilities;
- I am asked to choose which I think works best, having regard to all elements -viz, style, cost, suitability, availability etc;
- I choose and communicate my decision as de facto head of house to the chief operating officer;
- The COO informs me if I have chosen correctly; and
- If I have not I am given a further two opportunities.
In the case of the Wedding, these arrangements have apparently been suspended. At 3pm I am summoned to ‘Williams, Millinery’. Heart sinks quicker than a concrete crouton.
I am presented with three hats. The first appears to be a felt representation of the Shard. Decide on humour. ‘I suppose the periscope will help you see who is objecting to the Wedding at the back of the Church.’
After stopping nose bleed, I view number two. It is circular in a startling red and is what is described as a fascinator. ‘What does it remind sir of?’ says the grammatically ignorant flunky.
The urge to say ‘a placenta’ is all but overwhelming. With my mind blank, I fumble for anything that might avoid further violence. ‘A Bakewell Pudding?’ I volunteer and begin to weave to the left.
To my surprise The First Of Her Name turns on the flunky. ‘I told you!’
We appear to be left with the last one. It is in a rainbow of stripes with a wide brim. It is completely wrong. She puts it on and her whole face is hidden from view. I look at the flunky. He nods; I nod.
‘Perfect,’ we both intone.
She emerges smiling. Everyone is happy. All expectations have been met.
She buys the periscope.
I’m so enjoying these works of fiction Geoff!! The placenta comment made me laugh out loud😂
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It’s a dangerous time, this lead up to the wedding… not sure if I’ll survive through to August…
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Why even proffer an opinion?!
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The hope: experience dialectic at work again…
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🤣
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Have you written about your own hat, then? 😀
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time enough for that…
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I wait with hatted breath…
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The choosing of the hat. More stressful than the choosing of the future son-in-law. Which I thought she did a good job of but alas, I was wrong. (a long story) Suffice to say, the hat outlasted him.
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I have had the most fun since they invented waffle cones choosing my panama…
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Another delicious line “Heart sinks quicker than a concrete crouton.” Since this is fiction I’m wondering how long our hero can take the emotional hits?
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He’s a resilient soul. 30 odd years of marriage have left him with bouncebackability
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Maleability is a ggod trait.
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I’m sure your help in the decision making was greatly appreciated 🙂
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Oh hugely. Made all the difference…
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Love it, a gorgeous periscope 💜
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Nothing can beat that hat at Kate n Williams wedding. A teletubby confection for Eugenia or Beatrice. That is my inspiration.
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I can’t wait to see it I think you could do aubergine justice 🤭
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Hmmm, not sure I’m a fruiting vegetable sort of guy…
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No, I would of thought that that would be right up your street 💜
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Fiction? Really? I can’t imagine my hubby having an opinion about a hat!
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There opinions gratuitously shared and those given in extremis because not to is just not an option…
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Keep ’em coming, there was coffee spluttered this morning………
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They seem to be flowing right now…
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I am fascinated by the English and their hats. I could imagine each one. Glad I didn’t have to offer my opinion of “leave them all off.”
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It’s a weird old world when we channel our inner architects onto our heads..
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Thank goodness we pretty much go hatless.
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Its because all Americans are known for their faaabulous hair
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Especially Donald.
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Hilarious
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Thank you
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Hilarious!
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The trouble with something as nonsensical as a wedding, when you boil it down, is allows the likes of me to make mayhem…
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And you readers can delight in all that mayhem. 🙂
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Let’s hope..
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😀
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My daughter seems to have studied in the same school of decision-making as First Of Her Name: the purpose of asking what others think is to identify what she should most definitely NOT choose. 😉
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Yes it seems to be a theme in my life just now…
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Brilliant!
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