You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
“He’s here again.”
“Who?” Mr. Swiss answered the door. It was Sunday, I had a feeling who it was. He always rings twice and arrives on a Sunday. I think Saturday is WordPress t-shirt washing day. I opened the door.
“Hello Wordy, come in and have a coffee. What are you going to do today?”
“Thanks Mrs. Angloswiss, two sugars and no milk, please.”
“Just a minute Wordy, where are you going with that ladder?”
“Orders Mrs. Angloswiss for the daily prompt. I have to remove your mirrors. How many do you have?”
“I have one in the entrance hall and in the bathroom and shower. Wait a minute Wordy. What did you say? Where are you going with that mirror. Put it down at once.”
“Today’s daily prompt Mrs. Angloswiss. You have a world without mirrors and how do you live.”
I like to comb my hair in the bathroom, I check to see if my clothes are fitting when I leave the apartment. At my age you never know if you are wearing your blouse inside out. These things can happen. So I need my mirrors.”
Mr. Swiss arrived on the scene.
“What’s that guy with the WordPress t-shirt doing in the bathroom. He is removing the mirrored doors from the cupboard and making a mess all over the bathroom floor. How am I supposed to shave and trim my beard if I don’t have a mirror.”
Suddenly there were shouts and almost screams coming from the bathroom. I had a look.”
“Mr. Swiss what are you doing. Put that guy in the t-shirt down, he is already going red in the face. You are strangling Wordy.”
“I don’t care, I would like to see Wordy shave without a mirror.”
Wordy was now leaning on the wall taking deep breathes and loosening the neck of his t-shirt.
“Mr. Swiss I put a new clean t-shirt on today and now I have blood stains on it and a tear. I will lose my job if I go back like this and I don’t have to shave. We WordPress elves don’t have whiskers.”
“And if you take my mirror away you will lose more, so take your hands off my mirror.”
“But…..”
I decided to intervene before someone was killed and it would not be Mr. Swiss.
“Wordy go home. We want to keep our mirrors.”
“Waaa, nobody loves me.”
“Don’t cry Wordy, of course we love you, you are only doing your job, but sometimes we WordPress bloggers do not like people interfering with our private lives. Now drink your coffee and here is a piece of chocolate cake to go with it and make sure you do not get chocolate stains on your nice clean white t-shirt.”
“Oh, thank you Mrs. Angloswiss” he said as he licked the chocolate filling off his fingers and brushed the crumbs of his t-shirt. There must have been some sort of mix-up. The WordPress chief guy said you don’t need mirrors. He often saw you fly out of the window on full moon nights and said vampires don’t have reflections.”
“Oh, did he. Well tell that WordPress chief guy that I do have a reflection usually. It only happens on full moon nights, and I might pay the WordPress chief guy a visit on one of those nights to see what he has to offer. I prefer group A, but O will do as well.”
“Shall I tell him that Mrs. Angloswiss.”
“No don’t bother, I like to surprise people.”
So Wordy attached the mirror doors to the cabinet in the bathroom and tidied everything up. He put his ladder under his arm and left. We waved to him from the window. He waved back and said “Bye Mrs. Angloswiss, see you again on another prompt.”
I did not give an answer. I just checked to see how I looked in the mirror.
Mr Wordy is a star in all your posts… nice idea.. looking forward to his next starrer!
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He has a twin brother called Pressy. Perhaps they might arrive together one day if the task is too much for one elf.
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Great! Multi starter in the offing!
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I actually HAVE gone a whole day wearing something inside out. Not only did I not notice it, but no one else did either. Or, if they did, they probably thought it was a “fashion statement.” You could be the heroine of my next mini series, the vampire blogger strikes again! I love it.
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That happened to me once and I wasn’t even a golden oldie. I think I had too many kids at the time and no time to check. No-one said anything, but I think that was more out of politeness or sympathy.
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Or they weren’t paying attention. I have discovered over the years that most people are much more interested in themselves than others. They want to know what we think of them, but might not notice if we were walking backwards on our hands.
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WordPress elves? My, I need to see even one! 🙂
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It’s only the chosen few that actually see them.
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I see… Perhaps, some day one will come popping for a visit.
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Glad I’m O positive, but my ex-husband is AB positive, very rare, shall I send you his address? ^_^ He’s a bit sour though…
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I am not really fussy, but I have never tasted an AB positive.
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If you ever come to the states, let me know, he lives in the woods up here in Washington. You and Mr. Swiss can camp out and everything. Just watch out for bears. And moose. Moose are mean.
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Fun!
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Wordy means well, but he always wants to demolish something
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Love this!
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Thankyou
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I love your posts about “Wordy” 🙂
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Wordy seems to be taking over
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Wonderfully entertaining!!! Loving the chemistry between Wordy and both the Angloswiss’
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Problem is you never know what he will do next
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pretty nice and imaginative. i have read your post for the first time, now it seems like I will read it every time you put up one. 🙂
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Thankyou . Glad you like them
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You need to keep all your Wordy and Pressy stories and one day make a book of them; children would love reading and crying over them as I did when I was a kid, reading Enid Blyton stories. Each of your little stories is as good as any thing she wrote.
You really are my favorite kind of writer.
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All my blogs are saved on my computer. The problem might be that we are “insiders” on WordPress, but I do not know if other readers would really understand what I am saying. I think if I was 10-20 years younger I might do it, but I am just happy blogging along and am glad that you are enjoying my writing.
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