Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Gazebos! Oo that was a big one!

It's summer time and I thought the title of today's blog might help me to get a few hits! I do have a gazebo anecdote but it is a very small one (the anecdote, not the gazebo which is 3m by 3m if you're interested!) I'll put it in somewhere without warning, so that those of you who googled 'gazebos' with a view to researching and perhaps buying one will have to read on to discover when it appears.The same goes for those of you who were searching for  hayfever remedies (I've gazebo'd several times during the course of this blog already) and if you were looking for something saucier altogether, there's something for you later too; see if you can spot it.
 I am warning you that I am alerted when anyone visits my page and the visitor is clearly identified. So, if you find yourself here and don't subscribe, I will hunt you down like a dog.
That said, Welcome to Postcard Pam Goes Large!
For those of you following this blog, I am sorry to say that there has been absolutely no reply from the original Postcard Pam and one can only hope that she has been swept off her feet by someone with big guns, called Juan. At least, that's what I usually hope for myself and so it fits in nicely with the whole doppleganger scenario.
Sarah Mac has completely bowled me over by choosing me as 1 of her 3 top picks of 'Best Blogs under 100 readers'. She even got me another subscriber, which brings the total up to 5 ! Yippee :)  I'm thinking now, I could start an online campaign to get me into the tens of readers. It could happen! Sarah's blog is so natural, warm and funny that you instantly feel that you are sitting in her kitchen with a glass of Pino Grigio along with Ben, Jerry and their cookie dough. Fancy nominated her and since Fancy obviously knows her quality blogs, she must have one herself and I'm determined to mosey on over there the moment that I get a moment.                                                          

I have discovered today that, just like Pavlov's dogs and the bell, I start salivating when The Gilmore Girls are on TV. This is not, as you might imagine, because I salivate AT them, but rather DURING them.
This all started last October when I had an extended period of illness and E4's feel-good American series was airing at 10.20 every day.  Once my routine was established, I would SKY+ it in order to fast forward through the adverts     (No, I am not receiving gratuities from either company mentioned but am happy to if they want to send money my way. Tattoos cost extra) . This meant that I started watching at 11am and since much of the programme centres around eating, I would feel a bit peckish and find myself having lunch with The Gilmore Girls by 11.15.  At that time it was warm pancakes, fruit and yoghurt if you'd like to follow my eating trends.

After a month or so, I found it easier to prepare lunch before I switched it on in order to have uninterrupted viewing. I am currently nearly at the end of my 2nd daily cycle of the show. I am unsure if it's an addiction or a comfort -the jury's out.
  However, what has happened now - horror of horrors -is that it airs an hour earlier, which means that I watch it an hour earlier and yes, you've guessed it, have my lunch even earlier. Shortly I will have to get up before I've gone to sleep in order to get breakfast in.

I held off till 10.35 this morning but my lap was sodden with my own dribbling goop at anticipation of the meal to come. A friend came by at 11.30 to invite me to lunch and, still in my PJ's,I was too embarrassed to mention that my lunch (crackers, coleslaw and mango chutney) was already half way through it's journey to my large intestine. I told her I didn't feel well and we both seemed happy with that.

As for gazebos, I have discovered that when you are a market trader on a windy day, often no gazebo is better than one gazebo. 
It seems to act as a wind tunnel and all sorts of shenanigans occur when the wind whips right up your canopy!
  Told You!

I very nearly needed my market traders liability insurance and I'd only had it 6 days. Most of Saturday's trading was spent concealing the carcass of a substandard Azda gazebo Great- Escape style, down trouser legs and the like, sliding 3 foot poles out from the hemline like Mary Poppins and into various bins; this after a furtive glance around, shielded by my kids who had been instructed to look nonchalant.I think the prop fags and cans of cider helped.
When I got home, I ordered a new pop up 'zebo from eBay and surprise, surprise, it had 2 rips in it, and so they are sending a new canopy. This means I can try to fashion the other one into a side panel of sorts rather than using the shower curtain idea the WHOLE way round (though I think a gazebo with ducks on is a nifty idea and see-through enough to eye up any talent on the other side. I can glance across the beaks coquettishly 

Next time- Postcard from a Meditation weekend. Bohemian or what?!


  1. I've chased a few gazebos across fields in my time and I love the shower curtain idea. Think I might have to take a look at the Gilmore Girls too.

  2. A friend of mine was completely obsessed with the GGs too. Lost her for months catching up on old seasons on DVD. You have been warned! x