It feels like forever since I blogged. But I guess that's what happens when you schedule posts in advance! But I'm here, right now, I'm not in advance-ahead of myself, not projecting in to the future ... in fact ... bear with me while I hop backwards in time one week so I can share my latest 'overheard'.
Last week I was in a countryside town tea shop with a couple of friends. On the next table there was a Grandfather with his 7/8 year old granddaughter having tea and toasties after school. He was the perfect countryside gent complete with white hair and tweed jacket. She was an implausibly eloquent [ie. posh] little thing still looking impeccable in her uniform after a day at school.
I couldn't hear much of what they said [my friends and I were discussing the bargain books we'd just found and how much fun you can have with a piece of string ... but what I did hear .... was this:
Granddaughter: When I grow up I'm going to marry a rich farmer.
Grandfather: Well, can't it be anyone? It doesn't have to be a farmer does it?
[Note how he didn't question the need for the husband to be rich!]
Granddaughter: Yes Granddad! I want horsies!
Their conversation then moved on with the Grandfather telling her about how the 'big white house' near where she lived was "...on the market for £3 million ...".
So tell me ... did you ever have conversations about multi-million pound property deals when you were 8?
Because, maybe I'm just geting forgetful in my old age but ... I can't recall any ...
Julie :-)
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Overheard: Barnard Castle tea room June 23rd 2011.
Photo: taken [by me] in York August 2010.
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