I know you’re all dying to know the second instalment in the carpet disaster, so here it is.
The insurance man cometh this morning to inspect my poor disfigured bedroom carpet. Stony faced and unapproachable. As he walked, or rather waddled into the house as he was grossly overweight and clearly had trouble with his legs, I couldn’t help but feel like my claim was going to be instantly dismissed on the grounds that stupidity isn’t covered on the policy.
“How did this happen then?”
I related the whole sorry tale, not leaving out the funeral, the wrong colour or the lack of glasses. I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and his eyes crinkle a bit as he tried not to smirk when I got to the part about not having noticed I’d spilt paint everywhere.
“Well, you know that it’s possible to get 90% of that stain out.” Mind you, it will destroy your carpet.”
Helpful, I thought.
“How old is this carpet?”
“About ten years old. It’s not new but it’s a good one, we wanted it to last a long time.”
Obviously, that was the trick question to see if I was going to try and con them out of any money. He nodded as if satisfied with my answer, suddenly became much more friendly and filled in his report form saying the carpet was indeed destroyed as I’d said.
Which brings me nicely to today’s zero to hero challenge:
Do you have a reputation? What is it, and where did it come from? Is it accurate? What do you think about it?
Funny things, reputations. My own feeling is that your reputation will vary depending on the context and circumstances you are in at the time.
Boofuls just walked into the room so I’ve just asked him if I have a reputation. after filling him in on the background his almost instant answer was. Yes. You have a reputation for inviting people to go on walks and then nearly killing them. ”
Hahaa I can’t argue with that. The trouble is that I struggle with the idea that my children and grandchildren aren’t as fit as I am and can’t keep up.
At this point I was going to talk about my reputation for being stupidly honest, however. A bigger reputation seems to be pushing it’s way to the fore so I’l tell you about that one instead.
I know, apart from the occasional blip, I have a reputation for being generally happy and cheerful with a massively overdeveloped sense of the ridiculous. I’m generally so cheerful in fact that the staff at work think I’m on drugs.
Clients are often surprised when I burst into song as I photograph them. Once I sang Bohemian Rhapsody to a family group. That backfired a bit as the first half a dozen frames were ruined by the look of shock on all their faces. Another time I was on a fire escape staircase at a hotel waiting to shoot a wedding group shot. We were waiting for a missing guest to arrive so I asked them if I should sing while we waited. Well, you know, it worked for Sir Cliff at Wimbledon.
A few of the guests shouted back yes. So I did. I sang, ‘I’ve got a loverly bunch of coconuts’, which incidentally, I also sang to a group of my peers while I was doing my teacher training a few years ago. The tutor, a very crusty psychologist nearly had a heart attack.
That’s the same tutor who was totally bemused one day when I got a fit of the giggles in his class and had to leave. He’d made a comment about the dogs helpline and my sense of the ridiculous kicked in and I had a vision of a beagle answering the phone with it’s sympathetic listening face on. I was laughing so much the tears were pouring down my face and I was struggling to breathe. Of course I couldn’t tell anyone what I was laughing at, they’d have had me locked up.
Crap. I’ve just realised I am in fact a bloody nutcase.