Logistics and tea
To begin with, we have a winner in the random draw for a doodle-icious book. This was open to anyone who advertised our auction/sale on their own blog, Twitter, Facebook, or megaphone from the top of their bell tower/castle/block of flats/apartment building/London Eye/Empire State Building/Seattle Space Needle/Machu Picchu*. And our winner is: danceswithpahis, from our very own forum. Three cheers for danceswithpahis: hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray! THIGH, THIGH, GORBLIMEY!
Now then, speaking of doodles. The three doodle-icious books in the auction went for rather higher than I was expecting, plus I’ve had another commission from a mad—I mean, a wonderful human being who really really really wants a doodled-up DEERSKIN and is willing to pay rather astonishingly for it.** I originally said that you’d get another doodle beyond the three-doodle minimum for every $10 increment in the auction, which is still true. But since I’ve got some slack to hang myself with, I’m going to conflate some of them so I can make a few larger, more interesting doodles as well as some standard, simple doodles. Um. Watch out. I’m growing dangerous with a drawing pen in my hand.
Blogmom has also sent me the first wodge of doodle orders and . . . rrgllmmmph hee hee hee hee. Some of you have a rather flattering if significantly untrue idea of my skills. I’ll do my best. And you’ll probably have some warning because the, ahem, new, original ones I’ll hang here (without attribution) before they’re put in the post. But just to say . . . what you get may not be quite what you had in mind. But the New Arcadia bells thank you.
Please remember that it’s only poor Blogmom doing all the admin—and only me doing all the doodling, and only Fiona doing the packing up and hauling off to the post office. We’re doing the best we can***, but it’s going to take a little while. Unless Fiona’s day job bites her and we have to reschedule, she’ll be taking what I hope will be the majority of the sale/auction results to the post office on the 25th of this month. I’ll tell you how I’m doing nearer time.
One last important thing: orders that haven’t been paid for or have a PayPal payment pending by the 20th of October† will be cancelled. If we were a company with staff we could both let it run on longer and send you gentle reminders of the deadline.†† But we aren’t. You’d be amazed at the amount of stuff there is to keep track of in just a little auction. Okay, I hope you’d be amazed.††† Having a prompt, no-bones deadline KA-CHUNK is merely a trying-to-keep-things-a-little-under-control‡ measure and you won’t be drummed out of the forum‡‡ or anything if you miss it.‡‡‡
Speaking of things that are taking longer than planned: Blogmom has generously agreed to put off her Caribbean cruise till the auction/sale is rolled up and put away like Christmas decorations by the middle of January§, but she’s not going to put the new doodle window up till she’s had at least two good nights’ sleep in a row and can remember her own name. She or I will let you know . . .
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In one of those The Universe is Messing With Your Head conjunctions, today was the day Vicky had ordained that I would help with the teas-for-pensioners at the church hall. Teas-for-pensioners has been going on off and on for years, mostly depending on there being someone who is willing to organise and run it. At the moment, Tuesday afternoon tea and cake is being run by the bell ringers and for a ridiculous amount of volunteer effort, including making the cakes, we’re allowed to keep the proceeds. With five of us slicing, pouring and washing-up . . . I guess we may have made £30. Okay, £35. Tops. In two and a half hours I could have drawn how many doodles—? Never mind. It’s one of those community things, and it was pretty amusing, at least to a people-watcher. The way the hall is set up, the kitchen runs along one side, and there’s a long open counter most of its length, like what you might see in a café, where the waiters hand over their orders and pick up the food. So when you’re not pouring or washing-up you have a grand view of the proceedings. Vicky and Roger and a non-ringer were on the wild side, while another non-ringer and I were in the kitchen. I managed to overhear frustrating pieces of what sounded like several really good feuds, and one of pensioners has a crush on Roger.§§ And I swear Vicky could sell ice floes to a penguin, not that the home-made cakes needed much impetus to fly off the table onto individual plates.
It was still two and a half hours on my feet when I could have been at home at my desk. So I’d better go draw something, and then sing something and then go to bed.
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* Hey. We got very good feedback on the Machu Picchu shout out.
** We are not making any more exceptions or taking any more commissions right now. I’ve got too much to do—and thank you very much!!! for giving me so much to do!—but I need to get on with what there is. If you find that you simply cannot live without a doodled-up something or other, there will be an opportunity later. Have some chocolate and be cheerful.
*** And Blogmom deserves a medal.
† There are a few of you still waiting on final totals for postage and insurance. Don’t worry: Blogmom knows who you are, and if we need—which, please the gods, we will not—to extend the deadline for you, we will.
†† I would be out in the street if it weren’t for two things: Direct Debit, which means you can tell your bank ‘pay these people’ and they’ll do it for you automatically, and the fact that things like the city council do send you (fairly) gentle reminders that your council tax is seriously due.
††† I think I hear some hollow laughter. Clearly a few of you do have some idea.
‡ Cough cough cough cough cough
‡‡ Or blocked on Twitter. Sigh.
‡‡‡ But you’ll be very very sorry not to have the doodle of Wolfgang repelling the taralian army or Darkness playing the piano while Chaos sings. Joking! Just joking!
§ An extremely ill-judged metaphor in this household.
§§ Roger is my age. And took early retirement. I can’t retire, but that’s another issue.
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