A photographer called today. We needed a picture to illustrate our Christmas events. Given the standard of photography the local press usually produce, my expectations were not high.
Imagine my delight when the photographer wanted not just me, but McColleague as well, to hold aloft a sprig of holly and a fir branch in each hand and grin like the bar had just opened. “Come on girls, hold them up!” chirped the photographer. I didn’t risk even a sidelong glance at McColleague.
“Well, another corker for our collection,” I mused afterwards.
“We looked demented, didn’t we?” ventured McColleague.
“Yes. We looked like we were part of a special group of people who really, really like holding up bits of trees”.
“If that doesn’t draw the crowds, nothing will”.
“Perhaps we should consider nothing as an option next time”.