My weird and wonderful wanderings are proving fun for providing little insights and moments that make me pause to reflect – and this weekend has been no exception.
That’s not because it was the first weekend away I’ve spent over at Lady S’ without Lady M, or how I ended up at a social event on a naturist beach, but because of a brief conversation post-breakfast on Monday.
Lady S had flicked on the TV to have something on while we had caffeine, and food went down ahead of my journey home – and she saw that the series finale of Westworld was available.
We both looked at each other, and then I said “No, if I tell Jo I’ve seen that before she gets back from her conference I’ll never hear the end of it”
So we didn’t.
I watched the show with Lady M last night once she’d stopped spinning round the flat in excitement and glee at how inspiring and helpful her conference had been, and we’ve been sharing our gossip and theories and reactions to the show on our group chat ever since.
This amuses me perhaps far more than it warrants.
I’ve lost track of the times that I’ve made people jump in surprise when I’ve walked into a room and spoken to people who haven’t realised that I was there. Its been a source of constant amusement for me and the occasional scream by family, friends, and co-workers for years.
And so, after years of people threatening to put a bell on me, I’ve gone and put one on my keys. It started as an in-joke with Lady S, who I’ve been calling ‘kitten’ as a pet name – but then people started to be warned enough of my presence that they stopped jumping, so I kept it attached.
Last week my mischevious streak came out to play, so I removed the bell while I was at work. WIthin ten minutes I had one person audibly yelp, another jump, and another drop the books they were carrying. That was just the staff. So, I’ve started wearing the bell again – but it perhaps says a lot about me that I’ve now noticed myself walking even more softly and smoothly so as to reduce the chiming of the bell. I do wonder how long it will be before someone jumps when I appear despite the warning chimes.
I probably need to get out more.
There’s a lot of it going round, and perhaps one of the joys of being a throuple is that we do tend to share the germs from time to time. As a result one or more of us at any one time has been supporting or being supported by the others in between dealing with stomach bugs, the black dog, or migrainous irritations.
So blogging hasn’t been high on the priority list.
That said, since MCM, we ended up being invited to guest as part of Squad UK at the Port Solent Comiccon which was a first for each of us.
Rocking steampunk versions of my Harley, Lady M’s Ivy, and Lady S’ Katana we met and posed with children and fans last weekend.
We shared changing space with Star Wars Stormtroopers, assorted Judges from BritCit, and a handful of Deadpools; while Lady M found that some of the invited cosplayer guests already knew and followed her social media – so there was mutual squeeing and admiration of costumes at various points in the day.
It was great fun, and off the top of it we’ve also been invited to guest at Alton Con in August. Between that and LFCC at the end of July, that should keep us busy outside of work.