Look what I got! I found this delightful little box set of Wind in the Willow's by Kenneth Graham. When I was a wee 'un, I loved the TV series of The Wind in the Willows, but I am sad to report I never read the books. I couldn't resist buying it, I do love it!
The books come in this beautiful box, with lovely illustrations
and folds out to show the map of the wood and where they all live.
I think it was the map that clinched the deal, just gorgeous! I can't wait to start reading them over cups of coffee and comfy chair and no interruptions!
As I was admiring my wee box set, it brought me back to my younger years. I went to speech and drama classes for years, reciting poems and proses in competitions for years. (Could I recite one now? Not a chance.) I will always remember the first play I was ever in.
Funnily enough, it was The Wind in The Willows. I remember my teacher telling me I had a part and I was over the moon until I asked what part I would be playing. "The toad Claire! The toad of toad hall!" Of course I was. And nobody wanted to be toad. He was a toad! So here I am, yellow swimming cap, goggles, face painted green with crayon, and a cushion stuck up my suit. Seemed to set a trend throughout my life in makeup and fashion.
I had many uses as a child and here are a few of them:
When the TV would go on the frizz, a big satellite dish disguised as a bow was put on my head, and I'd have to sit there for hours on the arm of that sofa and not move. Especially when my dad was watching the news.
I also did a stint as a literature reviewer. Looking at this, the book gets a thumbs up. That or I have just dumped in my nappy.
I had quite a job of trying to entice some silly fools walking up and down the street to put 20p in my basket because I was dressed as little red riding hood. No other reason, just that. As the night fell, I ended up just asking somebody for the money.
(No, it's not a boy, it is me. My dad cut my hair with a mixing bowl and pair of shears. Although I did glance at the picture once or twice, I kept on thinking it was my brother)
I was also once technical NASA consultant before Bill Gates came along and introduced windows. It all went wrong for me and as you can see I have lost all ability to use computers properly and not blog correctly. Why, Bill, why? I was so happy playing Chucky Egg on floppy disks! (SHIFT BUTTON AND SPACE BAR! FIRE!) Now that, I could play!
Not hard to see the well adjusted person I turned out to be judging by this photos. Well, Happy Monday to you and keep on truckin, because it will all too soon be Monday again!