"NOW Mabel !!"
LETTERS
Winston Churchill did it & now I am doing it - writing letters and not sending them. It’s not such a pointless exercise as first appears.
Firstly, it’s very satisfying to put your point across in a measured way not always possible in person viz -”I should have said”.
Secondly, it’s very calming and being calm is good for the old digestion. Having something gnawing away at your inside gives you wrinkles, possibly stomach ulcers too.
Thirdly - moving quickly on to my last point, the unsent letter joins the rest of the pile of frozen in time missives to remind you at some future date how good a writer you used to be before email & texting.
“NOW MABEL”
When I was more mobile my brother in law accompanied me on regular jaunts to antique fairs, junk shops and local history talks. This last category often gave us an interesting sideways take at the way the lecturers differed in their presentation methods How easily an unwary unprepared speaker can fall foul of his aids, be they an overhead projector or other visual helps .Many of the older generation used a large portable screen or simply pointed their tried and tested Kodak “Carousel” rotary slide projector.
MABEL
Mabel would be their tried and tested assistant, of advancing years and bored rigid. Having seen the slides umpteen times, her main objective was to watch for the signal to change the slide and stay awake in the cosy warm semi darkness of the parish/village/church hall/community centre wherever the talk was being held.
Some time halfway through the slideshow Mabel’s reaction time lengthened and the speaker would appear more anxious as his nod to Mabel slowly deteriorated to a loud agitated stage whisper of “NOW Mabel”
It always woke me up but sadly, not always Mabel.
MISUNDERSTOOD
It’s easily done, a chance remark, an unclear signal, maybe a breakdown in understanding. My wife nurse Gillian acted out an unfortunate gesture which needed considerable explaining. Unfortunately, on the day the moment couldn’t be retrieved and remains a subject for embarrassed laughter.
When we have visitors we always stand at our door or gate waving them off when the time comes for them to leave. During the 1990s we acted as hosts to a number of German students at the SCHOOL of ENGLISH in the city centre. On one occasion we taxied our student back to the school to join a coach load of German students all on board a high sided luxury vehicle. The coach revved up and nurse Gillian and yours truly waved our right arms as high as we could so our student saw us. AlL was going well until nurse Gillian put her forefinger under her nose, an itch she protested but to the entire world it looked liked a comic impression of
Herr Schicklgruber., AKA Adolf Hitler.