NA (Namibia Adventure) minus 6

Today I have bunked off work to go down to London for a photoshoot. These things can sometimes be quite boring but I had a great photographer (Pete Bartlett, I can recommend. Find him at petebartlett.com) and the two hours or so passed quickly and with much laughter, discussion and at times reflection on where we were in our lives. However, after the sun comes the rain and there were jobs to be done while I was down in the Big Smoke (sorry, country girl coming out there for a moment).
One of the requirements as a volunteer at the Bushman Clinic is to wear 'appropriate clothing'. Ok, can someone tell me what that means? I have to wear something sufficiently clinic-like, but not so like a uniform that I get taken for a doctor (no chance of that I don't think given the glazed and terrified look I expect to have on my face. At least in the first few days). But seriously, how do you look sensible and competent but at the same time not so sensible and competent that patients start to ask you difficult questions. Like, "is my leg supposed to be that funny colour" or "the bottle said take one every 4 hours but I didn't have time to be ill so I took the lot". See what I mean? So, after some consideration and 1) not being a big shopper 2) a lack of patience with other customers 3) musak and 4) too much choice, SO much choice, I opted for two, what I hope will be mildly smart, faintly medical (stripped) shorts. Sorry I mean shirts. I don't expect striped shorts will do down at all well. With the purchase of my new camera (Canon EOS 450D - any camera enthusiasts out there? Good choice? Bad choice?), I shall take some shots, post them and wait for comments. Yikes, did I really say that? Be gentle, be kind. Sod it, just be truthful. Love hurts and all that.
Reader Comments (1)
Lorraine,
How many times do I have to tell you, "just keep your jimmy jammers on - you'l look fine!"
Cx