I like to think I am not a particularly vain person - but there are limits.
Over the last month or so, I have found myself featured in the local press more than once over a particular issue affecting the voluntary organisation I am proud
to chair. "We saw you in the paper again!" friends keep telling me. All the while trying to stop themselves from smirking.
This because the photograph which the local newspaper, in its wisdom, has chosen to accompany its article is possibly the
worst ever taken of me. "Look miserable!" the photographer had exhorted us. So I and my companions all put on our most miserable faces. Unfortunately as I was in the foreground, it is my ugly mug that most attracts a reader's attention.
go it is even worse than the several pictures of me snoozing on the sofa ( generally after a delicious meal) with my mouth slightly open, snapped by my Son In Law whenever the opportunity presented itself. I would like to think that nobody would recognise
me, so different is it from what I like to think of as my usual sunny visage. But, sadly, they do which can only mean one thing: I really do look like that.
Just as I thought the memory of my Face of Misery might have faded from everyone's mind,
the newspaper chose to run another story, accompanied by - yes, you've guessed it - the same photo of me Steeped in Misery. "Saw you in the paper again!" everyone commented, grinning broadly.
Life is far too short to be miserable, I have always
thought, and yesterday I was delighted when the postman arrived on our doorstep with a medium sized parcel addressed to me. I knew exactly what it was - it was Gup A. I gave the postman a beaming smile just in case he had seen me in the newspaper and concluded
that I was a Right Old Misery. Beaming came quite naturally to me as I had been on tenterhooks waiting for The Rascal's birthday present to arrive from the Great House of Argos. For, yes, the Gup - along with Captain Barnacles and various pieces of rescue
equipment - is to be a Young Faris's birthday gift from his Grandad and me.
Okay, for the uninitiated among you, I may have to explain. The Gup is one of several vehicles used by the Octonauts who are beloved of many a three year old. Like Fireman
Sam, Bob the Builder and a host of other characters from Nursery Land, they exist to help people in some kind of distress. In the case of the Octonauts, the action mostly takes place under water. "Explore! Rescue! Protect!" is the Octonauts' mantra. You have
to admit that's inspiring.
I would love them for their optimism alone - they truly are most admirable characters. Captain Barnacles! Peso the penguin medic! Kwazii the one-time pirate! Plus who could not fail to love a TV series which devoted
a whole episode to the Snot Sea Cucumber?
I'm conjuring up the thought of The Rascal's face when he opens his present and uncovers the Gup. It has a wind-up propellor and we can try out its search and rescue abilities in the bath, come bath time.
I can hardly wait. "Explore! Rescue! Protect!" we will shout as we send Gup A and its gallant crew into the watery depths in search of the Snot Sea Cucumber. Or other salad.
I have my Smiley Face on, just thinking about it.
me, it is SUCH an improvement...