Today I finished knitting my first Minion. I am really rather proud of him (it?)
For those of you who do not know what a Minion is, may I suggest that you watch the film
Despicable Me. I have watched it many, many times, notably when I was looking after Young Faris while his Mamma was in hospital giving birth to The Twinkles. Because builders were finishing off the family's new extension (more room for a growing family being
essential) Faris and I spent a lot of time upstairs. This was fine as far as the Rampaging Rascal was concerned because it meant that the bathroom, his favourite room in terms of Potential Disaster Areas, was within reach. When the stress and strain of diverting
him from the bathroom grew just too much, the Minions were at hand, helpful little chaps that they are.
OK, here is all you have to know about the Minions. They are basically yellow and always wear workmanlike
blue overalls. They are cheerful types. Oh, yes, and they have goggle eyes. Some have just one large eye in the centre of their forehead; others have the regulation two. As far as I can tell, there is no issue of rank between the One Goggle Eyed and the Two
Goggle Eyed. They are "impulsive creatures with little self-control but with a wide-eyed wonder and odd innocence that makes them very endearing." You can probably tell why I like them.
I decided that, with
Young Morgan's birthday fast approaching, a Minion would make an excellent and appropriate present for the Duracell Bunny who is, himself, an impulsive lad with the wide-eyed wonder and innocence of an Almost Three Year Old. Hence I downloaded a knitting pattern
from the Wonderful World Wide Web and set about my self-imposed but pleasurable task.
I didn't spend all day today making small impulsive creatures with little self-control. The Main Event of my day was lunch
with friends Sue and Eleanor. Having been the last to arrive for several lunch dates (and, I am ashamed to admit, failing to arrive at all for one as a result of a serious Diary Malfunction) I was determined to be first today.
This meant that I had to take a stab at guessing under which name our table had been booked. I know you doubtless think this is easy-peasy but I have noticed that under a certain age people tend to book restaurant tables using their first name but over
a certain age, they use their surname. Had anyone else noticed that or have I just uncovered a hitherto unidentified Social Phenomenon? My concern was, how many guesses would I have before I was timed out? It happens to me all the time on various password
controlled websites - oh the passwords I have forgotten, the passwords I have changed, the passwords I have invented off the top of my head under duress, never to recall them again.
In the event it wasn't
too difficult because the charming person behind the counter recognised me from past visits and gestured towards our accustomed table, decorated with a "Reserved" sign. Thankfully I took my seat and waited for the other two to arrive.
Mr B, had he been listening in on our conversation, would have undoubtedly commented that there is no way our jaws would rust. The old ones are the best ones, he would defend himself in the case of a protest. Perhaps the most astonishing
(and welcome) aspect of our wide-ranging and entertaining chat was that we did not discuss tomorrow's Election once. Nobody wanted to spoil a good lunch.
At home, Mr B is watching a TV programme called something
like What We Did in the War. I think he likes the fact that he can claim to have done something in the war, even if it was only sitting in his push-chair watching the searchlights over what, in later life, he discovered to be the Odeon Cinema. Three and a
half years younger, I cannot claim such a Place in History. Still, in the interests of companionship, I decide to watch the remainder of the programme with him while keeping my hands busy finishing off the Minion.
As I mentioned before, I am really rather pleased with the finished character. He is small, but perfectly formed. At the moment he is missing his Goggle Eye as I need to take a trip to Hobbycraft, the Goggle Eyed alternative to Specsavers. He will need
to accompany me to be fitted with his eye as you can't be too careful when purchasing Goggle Eyes. I wouldn't want him to look, well, peculiar.
Eleanor had made both Sue and I a beautiful bookmark, using an
intricate Celtic Spiral pattern. I am more touched by her thoughtfulness than I can say. Last time we met for lunch, Sue gave us both bunches of daffodils. I am thinking that next time we sit round our lunch table, it will be my turn to produce a gift of equal
beauty and thoughtfulness.
Do you think they would each like a Minion?