Bus Stop Princess

                                                                                      Pinocchio

 

Dear Reader,

Although this story is about my granddaughter, Emma, I think it will gladen your hearts when you read it.

Emma worked very hard learning graphic design at two universities, gaining a distinction at one and a first class degree at the other. However with the pandemic restrictions she had to live at home for her final year with Zoom. When she knew her grades she tried very hard to get a job using graphic design which was her subject and skill.  But to no avail.

Nothing daunted Emma applied for a job as a cleaner and occasional cook.  One day her employer, Alexia, who works in films, started talking to her, and she offered to send Emma's CV to her friend Charlotte who works in costume for a film company.

Charlotte and Emma talked on the phone and was put in touch with some possible people for a job.  On Wednesday this week one of those contacts emailed her and asked if she could start work on Monday. She is to report at Pinewood studios at 8 o'clock.  From a cleaning job to working on the set of Pinocchio is such a wonderful break for Emma.  And no nepotism.  Her family, Francis and I are very proud of her.

 

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From Gilbert White, 1783, in Hampshire

'The crocuses make a gaudy appearance. and bees gather on them.  The air is soft.  Violet blow.  Snow lies under hedges.  Men plow'.

From D.H.Lawrence, 1916, Cornwall

'It is still cold.  Snow falls sometimes, then vanishes at once.  When the sun shines, some gorse bushes smell hot and sweet'.

Bus Stop Princess

She waited, unnoticed, invisible.
Her fluffy green jersey egg-stained,
uninteresting trousers and sensible shoes
inviting no attention.
She was a brown paper parcel.
loosely string-tied.

But she smiled at me
with such sweetness,
such a smile of goodness,
I saw her sensible shoes
become sparkling slippers,
her shabby clothes
turn into a ball dress
fashioned from sunlight
stitched up with love.

Not then a story-book princess,
but a real princess
glimpsed at a bus stop.

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With very best wishes, Patricia