Oh my goodness…. I must tell you about Mary!
Mary was a unique B and B guest. She was a large, well-proportioned lady, late 20’s, 6ft tall and dressed to the nines. Her lipstick was brighter than the colour of my blood, eye lashes so long I could have brushed my dog with them and foundation that would have supported a new house…… that’s without the fake tan! I thought I could talk but she was good competition for me, interested in everything that was going on. Full of enthusiasm she told me about her life…. shopping, television, Ibiza, Gin and clubbing – and she loved every moment.
In the evening, dressed in yet another “revealing outfit”, Mary burst into the lounge where I was packing up my Jacob Sheep woollen products in preparation for a talk I was giving to a W.I. the next day, to which she asked “what an earth is a W.I.?”. I explained and she suddenly blurted out “can I come with you?” I couldn’t believe it and I wasn’t sure it would be her scene, and I was worried about my audience’s reaction to this vivacious lady. To hell with it – she was amazing. “Of course, be ready to leave at 10.00am”. Oh heck, what had I just signed up to?
I rang the organiser who was thrilled, remarking that her members would welcome her with open arms. My mind was reeling. What an earth would Mary wear – certainly not twin set and pearls.
Late that evening, Mary and her partner arrived home after what sounded like a great night out – the chances of Mary making 10 o’clock was remote and I was right. I must admit I was disappointed. I got 4 miles down the road when my mobile rang. It was Edward “Mary has flown downstairs, 6” heels and looks amazing, stay where you are, I’ll bring her – she’s so excited”. They arrived, out fell Mary wearing a bright red mini skirt, a white see through skimpy blouse, red stilettos and black fishnet tights, with make up to match – Oh heavens! She jumped into my car, smiled a huge smile and said “what you waiting for girl, foot on the gas or we’ll be late.” Her excitement transferred to me, and I knew it was all going to be fine.
We arrived and Mary burst out of the car, helped me unload and stole the show from the moment she set foot in the village hall. After my talk, she clapped the loudest and gave me a wolf whistle. She embraced everyone, chatted non-stop, listened and made them laugh. It was a very special morning.
On our way home, Mary was unusually quiet and thoughtful. Later, we sat and had a cup of tea, and I listened whilst she quietly described what the morning meant to her. She didn’t realise such events happened and that for many it was the highlight of their month. The impact that a simple W.I meeting had on Mary was special and I know that she will remember it for the rest of her life as I will always remember her – a very special lady!
Janet
