Prattle

It's my grandmother's birthday on the 1st of July, which is Tuesday. to celebrate her Nonagenarian Century my family are throwing a small but no doubt delightful party on Saturday. Tomorrow is Saturday and I only realised this about 3 hours ago. Since then I have been thinking "what would Nanny like for her birthday?" so far I have concluded that although Wayfarers are cool, they are probably more likely something I want... and that no matter what the train of thought I'm supposed to be on, I can jump off and become horribly distracted. Hence why I am babbling into my blog.
So, what would a Nanny of 90 (or 91) like as a birthday present? Everyone else is getting her chocolates and flowers so I really don't want to do that. I got her flowers last time I visited and anyway, why should I conform to awkward family gift-giving traditions? I'm a good Grand daughter- not only do I care but I also am creative and occasionally have an imagination (I automatically typed Animation then, how depressing) What else then? although she used to love to read, she can't anymore, she doesn't watch tele anymore, doesn't bake, garden, knit, canoe, sew, paint etc, etc I could go on and on but I'm becoming increasingly depressed.
So anyway, I soon decided I'll draw her a picture! hoorah! thats a good present. but then, then comes the dilemma of what on earth to actually draw? All the stuff I normally doodle is morbid, strange, vaginal or grotesque. I can't possibly bring myself to drawing a puppy or a kitten, also because Nan, with or without marbles, has enough taste recognise poor illustrative subjects, so what does one draw for ones grandmother? I'm pretty sure she wouldn't really appreciate something 'conceptual' either, though to be honest I don't think anyone would given I just can't do that shiz. So what does that leave? hmm hmm, I'll tell you what it leaves- God Damn Flowers.


In other news I am a terrible shop assistant. I made lots of people angry with my incompetence today, both customers and colleagues. A fine example of my ineptitude was while chatting to a lady over the phone regarding something silly like books. She casually mentioned that the number for the Farnham branch of Waterstones was rather hard to find as it was not in the Yellow Pages, I instantly brightened at the opportunity to flash my Customer Service and offered to relay the number to her. I didn't even catch myself, she had to point out that the fact we were currently in telephonic communicae was due to her dialing said number. ho hum. I'm not cut out for other people, I'm an animator, I should be locked in a dark room with no concept of time and only a kink in my spine for company.