tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post5882034929094333864..comments2024-03-27T07:18:58.033+00:00Comments on Frances Garrood: I am invisibleFrances Garroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-47329330685812005902011-12-26T12:59:26.331+00:002011-12-26T12:59:26.331+00:00Definitely know that feeling. It is so frustrating...Definitely know that feeling. It is so frustrating.Colette McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00383068332228040704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-41881757631029449352011-12-20T15:33:53.700+00:002011-12-20T15:33:53.700+00:00Thanks for the invitation, Jingle Poetry. I'm ...Thanks for the invitation, Jingle Poetry. I'm not really a poet, but I'll call in for a sandwich.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-57337330474874490312011-12-20T04:26:07.338+00:002011-12-20T04:26:07.338+00:00authentic poetry, smiles.
Greetings:
Hope all is...authentic poetry, smiles.<br /><br />Greetings:<br /><br />Hope all is well.<br /><br />Come join our poetry picnic today,<br /><br />Random poems are welcome in case you don’t have a theme fitting one.<br />First time participants can submit 1 to 3 random poems,<br /><br />Best wishes.<br />Happy Holidays.<br />Looking forward to seeing you share.<br />xoxoxJingle Poetry At Olive Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14591535202657302861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-24901236321746906452011-12-20T04:25:51.809+00:002011-12-20T04:25:51.809+00:00love the title,
very insightful words.love the title,<br />very insightful words.Jingle Poetry At Olive Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14591535202657302861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-90392456341235917502011-12-16T23:28:23.195+00:002011-12-16T23:28:23.195+00:00Time hasn't changed a thing Frances. I can re...Time hasn't changed a thing Frances. I can remember as a twelve year old holding the door open at M&S and not one thank you from those ungrateful adults!<br /><br />I even wrote and had a letter printed in a national newspaper about the whole affair!<br /><br />Still happens - as you obviously know - so I tend to say a 'thank you' loud enough for the ill-mannered wretches to hear and usually it brings them to attention!<br /><br />Anna :o]hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-42586743929095533902011-12-16T17:28:23.124+00:002011-12-16T17:28:23.124+00:00Not bad at all, Rosemary! Will you write it, or sh...Not bad at all, Rosemary! Will you write it, or shall I?<br /><br />Maggie May, it's a bit like Scottish country dancing, isn't it. The bit where two of you make an arch, and someone pops underneath? But not as civilised, of course.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-90319276620373511732011-12-16T14:21:39.295+00:002011-12-16T14:21:39.295+00:00It even happens when my husband and I are together...It even happens when my husband and I are together, and WE end up separating to let someone through, Grrr..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-37798397832758478872011-12-16T10:00:59.682+00:002011-12-16T10:00:59.682+00:00A good title for your next novel, perhaps? Maybe i...A good title for your next novel, perhaps? Maybe it's time to fight back and demand acknowledgement - oh, wait, may we won't be heard either.Rosemary Gemmellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09311840205603508422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-73563754784256946652011-12-16T09:52:25.403+00:002011-12-16T09:52:25.403+00:00Hi, Kay. Yes. Sad, isn't it?
Thanks, susanjan...Hi, Kay. Yes. Sad, isn't it?<br /><br />Thanks, susanjanejones. You're obviously a much nicer perosn than I am - I wasn't smiling. I was cross!<br /><br />Oh Teresa, me too! We have to keep our car in the stret, and I can never remember where I've left it.<br /><br />Keith, I've tried that. But as I'm invisible, no-one seems to hear me.<br /><br />Joanna, that charm school must be huge, as its old boys (and girls) seem to be everywhere!<br /><br />Patsy, yes you did. That's why I'm hopping (but of course you can't see me).<br /><br />Librarain, lucky you, to be invisible among a crowd of teenagers. I think that would make me very visible indeed ;(<br /><br />Good idea, Jarmara!<br /><br />Tim - even better idea!Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-83083908535089844682011-12-16T09:43:10.061+00:002011-12-16T09:43:10.061+00:00A new career as a pickpocket beckons...A new career as a pickpocket beckons...Tim Strettonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08598897603628943741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-74111631198153232722011-12-16T08:36:53.950+00:002011-12-16T08:36:53.950+00:00Maybe you had picked up Harry P's cloak instea...Maybe you had picked up Harry P's cloak instead of your coat when you rushed of to the shop.<br /><br />Maybe all us invisible women could take over the world and straighten out the mess men have got us into.<br />Just a thought;-)Paula RChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05550276147711384895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-35669892715878120882011-12-15T19:46:01.657+00:002011-12-15T19:46:01.657+00:00I've done what Joanna tried many times, and, m...I've done what Joanna tried many times, and, more often than not, it works. Maybe it has to do with me being 5'8" (and that's without heels) and often walking at a brisk pace in a purposeful manner, maybe it is for some other reason that I do not know, but I find I am only invisible when I want to be - for instance, when I walk home on my own at night and join the crowd of teenagers walking the same direction (there is a club not too far from my house). To me, it means safety in numbers; to them, at my age I am about as interesting as a lamp post.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-55870312169560701702011-12-15T19:10:46.585+00:002011-12-15T19:10:46.585+00:00Hope I didn't run over your foot when I pushed...Hope I didn't run over your foot when I pushed my chair back just then.Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12263765378083045973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-43850299584354643642011-12-15T18:40:34.928+00:002011-12-15T18:40:34.928+00:00I thought I was the most invisible person ever. Es...I thought I was the most invisible person ever. Especially when walking along the street. People coming the other way walk straight at me. I did once try not moving out of the way, but was rewarded with a mouthful of abuse.<br />I always want to ask such people if they got a refund from their charm school.Joannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10346863303904973315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-31165114815311585092011-12-15T18:24:07.088+00:002011-12-15T18:24:07.088+00:00If that happens to me I always shout 'Don'...If that happens to me I always shout 'Don't mention it' at them.<br />But if you really want to become invisible, try riding a bicycle.Keith Havershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05133563220362208820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-47334626786383010222011-12-15T18:20:56.763+00:002011-12-15T18:20:56.763+00:00This sort of thing winds me up so much - a smile o...This sort of thing winds me up so much - a smile or a nod costs nothing. People are so rude!<br /><br />Worryingly I find my car is also invisible at times too xTeresa Ashbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15350697922935549188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-36741361344294260352011-12-15T18:07:03.223+00:002011-12-15T18:07:03.223+00:00Frances that's so funny, I could imagine your ...Frances that's so funny, I could imagine your face. I'm not laughing at you - laughing with you. It's still worth being polite though, there's not much of it about. Don't change the way you are. I would have smiled and let you go first. You must put it in your next book.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-62197014166322625742011-12-15T17:28:08.427+00:002011-12-15T17:28:08.427+00:00Oh, I know that feeling. My best friend and I have...Oh, I know that feeling. My best friend and I have talked about it a lot, because we both remember when we weren't invisible. Then it happened, we became part of the background. No one pays any attention to women when they stop being scenery but don't yet remind people of their grandmothers.<br /><br />Kay, Alberta, Canada<br />An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous TravelKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.com