1.00 I took a flu pill an hour ago with tea, and I’ve woken
up a lot. Caffeine is the energizer. A man just asked if I had been on Dragon’s
Den and we had quite a long talk. He took the details and said he would get his
radio station to call; radio Time FM107.5 for a chat to talk about Dragons’ Den
and to plug the product- they’re actively looking for people to interview and
provide content. Another couple of ladies interested themselves in the idea,
though one was a hardened “straightliner” – or fool, as we call them. I can
understand it aesthetically but practically it’s a no-no. By half past it has
gone a bit quieter, less people moving through my field of vision so I go to
engage the Canny Cap lads opposite; two pleasant Asian types from Romford way.
We talk about how fried we’re going to be after 17 days. It’s very easy to burn
out.
Lunchtime; it’s time for me to eat the sandwich Jane made
for me, bless her. She’s taken such good care of me, making sure I know where
to park, feeding me, letting me and Fran have her bed. Just as I make the
decision, more people pass and show interest. After a while I can eat and
drink, then I try lurking in the stall opposite, hiding behind the forest of 6’
giraffes for £49. Then I pounce on a mother and daughter who’re taking an
interest and persuade them to take the information away with them. Quite a
number of overheard “what a good idea” comments are overheard as I sit typing.
It is now 2.15 and the gangway is more busy again. I shall stand proudly
outside and dare anyone to make derogatory comments. I don’t find that standing
in the aisle is productive. I think people see me hovering and instantly look
the other way. Perhaps it is the uniform (I’m wearing the Rotaire official
fleece) that alerts or deters them, so I’ll take it off and see what occurs.
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