Sorry, I know that I have been quiet for an awfully long time but various things get in the way. The heat for a start, really saps me; doing things for other people takes up about 90% of my time and in the little pause left for me, I seem to find myself nodding off if I have 10 minutes to myself due to the fact that I haven’t had more than a weekend off since Xmas. We are now sailing along in the dreaded Summer Holiday Doldrums, a time characterised by six weeks during which at any point at least 30-50% of my regular customers will be away, certainly in a nicer spot than London Bridge and definitely having more fun than I am. To add insult to injury, said customers will then return, up to three weeks later, full of wonderful details about above-mentioned spot, such as how lovely the hotel/scenery/food/cocktails/beach/weather was and I am then left to smile and say politely, “Oh I’m so glad you had such a nice time”. Repeat over a dozen times a day in the up-coming weeks, on into September, and you can see what a torture this all is for me – someone who hasn’t been abroad since I was 16 and visited the war graves at Ypres with my boyfriend! I don’t begrudge any hard-working commuter their hols, but the techni-coloured details are a little hard to take, especially when supplied repeatedly. So the up-coming struggles will be manifold this next two months, lurching between vastly reduced numbers of customers and jealousy-inducing descriptions of fab-hols-had, probably all liberally applied in temperatures over 26 degrees Celsius. I don’t think after-sun will fix it this time – oh the joys of summer!!
One morning about 18 months ago, it was incredibly windy on the bridge – probably 70-80 miles per hour and I was having trouble staying upright! Lots of people told me that they didn’t know how I was managing to stand there, but if the only alternative is going hungry then you can put up with almost anything! Where I stand, I am above a road going under the southern end of London Bridge and it disappears into the tunnel just below me. After a while, I was startled to see a duck out of the corner of my eye, just as he crashed into the concrete above the tunnel entrance, a few feet along from my pitch. He fell straight down into the tunnel entrance and disappeared inside. A man was approaching along the street and I asked him if he could see a duck in the tunnel – he said that he could so I asked him what the duck looked like. He told me that it looked like a duck!! I clarified the question by asking him if the duck was injured or if it looked stunned and he told me that it was uninjured but that, yes, it did look a little out of it, although it was improving as the man watched. The man walked off and after a few minutes the duck, a male mallard, walked out from the tunnel and started off down the road. Every so often the bird looked back at the tunnel as if trying to judge how long a run up it would need to fly up onto the bridge above in the prevailing wind. Eventually, the duck, by now almost out of sight down the road, turned and put its all into taking off. It ran and flapped frantically towards me and finally took off, but due to the strong wind it only just managed to skim over the railings next to me. I jumped back to avoid being hit, but the duck, being at such a low altitude, ended up colliding with the head of a commuter instead! The poor man was clouted in the head by a large mallard; he clapped his hands to his head in pain and the lady who was walking with him screamed loudly. The poor duck fell to the floor, dazed and exhausted by the effort. As people gathered round to see that the couple were alright, I ran to the duck and made sure that it was over to the side of the pavement, out of the way. Eventually, everyone disbursed and a few minutes later the mallard also managed to stumble off to the river, almost back to normal. I couldn’t help but wonder if the gentleman had to cry off work due to him being hit in the head by a mallard.
As the title suggests, there is now a little more in the “About Me” section and I hope to add to the Bridge Stories in the next three days – keep looking! Sharon