Emma is back...

So, I have returned from my ‘Emma’s run away from the miserable weather’ sojourn to find that the gang at Thornbridge have got the place fully under control - and they have not collapsed without me. What’s more my suggestions are met with ‘sorted - on it already’ - the only unspoken words are - ‘behind the times grandma.”

Just when I couldn’t feel less needed, I was asked by the young whippersnapper I recruited to take over from me to write a blog or else persuade Professor Grimwald to deliver on his promise to get his copy into print on time. 

So, I went to meet him. Well, talk about kicking someone when they are down - he made it quite clear that I had nothing of interest to say and that before he puts pen to paper he wants a dose of spooky plasma and permission to horrify more than 2 visitors a day. We agreed and now the March blog is MINE.

Da da – MY BLOG!

Here it is…

Had a great last few days - meeting folk on the house tours - persuading grown adults to ride Mr BoJangles - the enormous rocking horse and generally mucking up the schedule for the tours. 

The exasperated faces of our wonderful tour guides when I start drawing all our lovely visitors into the REAL gossip and goings on at Thornbridge is a sight to see. Tours that encounter me always run over time - and I see my brother Adam - who hasn’t broken a sweat in years - having to sprint up to the Orangery to greet his next visitors. It is quite the sight – avert your gaze! Yes, I am his big sister - nothing changes in family hierarchies! Are yours the same?

Spent some lovely hours in the cafe recently - chatting away, clearing tables or mucking up the well-oiled machine by jumping behind the counter and serving. Oooh i love it. 

A while ago I asked the team if they needed help - meaning behind the counter - in no uncertain terms I was told that if I wanted to help I was to do the toilet checks instead…

Which I duly did - apologies to the chap minding his own business in the gents. I really didn’t want to scare you as much as I did. Ho Hum.

My ability to cause trouble is endless - so it came as no surprise that I was encouraged to book a flight back to Spain - and a one way flight at that…

Professor Grinnywald - or whatever your name is - while I am away I give you permission to scare and/or muck about at least 10 people a week - after all that is a fraction of what I achieve in a day.

Na na na

Emma x