Clowns

Hola Bloggers!

Been a while hey! I´ve been busy with life as I am sure you all are too. I´ve been inspired to write today as I have just been helping a clown apply for a job in Aberdeen, which is obviously a little out of the ordinary. The experience reminded me that its nice to note down your experiences in black and white .......as otherwise they can sometimes be forgotten.

I know this rather weakens the story, but unfortunately the clown was not in costume. Said clown actually came in the form of a jolly little girl called Laura who overheard me speaking english on my mobile in the net cafe. When I´d stopped speaking she tentatively siddled up to ask me if I could possibly help her with some translation of a few words from spanish to english. One thing lead to another and we both sat down and wrote her letter of application, in english, to a hospitol in Aberdeen. She was applying for a position as a Clowndoctor. I´ve met a few doctors in my time who could be termed clown doctors (such as the woman at the surgery on Holloway Road who just seems to laugh at any complaint you may have regardless of severity). However, it turns out that a "Clowndoctor" is actually not a doctor at all but a clown who cheers up sick children in hospitols.

Interestingly my new clown friend was actually in hospital herself some time back due to a motocycle accident and was cheered up no end by a nurse who was always making her laugh. Since this time she has dedicated herself to cheering up other such sufferers ........which brings her to be applying for the post as the clown doctor in Aberdeen. The Aberdeen bit comes in due to her having a boyfriend from scotland (there is always a man involved !).

So, we have swapped numbers and I now have one more clown for a friend!

S xx