I know that I said that I wouldn't post any more of this type of post but I've got to put this one up. Yes, it's another going out story.
Today, I gave a bit of thought as to where I would go and I came up with a local art gallery, and yes, I do quite like art as it happens. I picked the gallery, as I hadn't been there before, because it was local, small, and likely to some have people about, but not many. There should be more people around than when I last went out earlier in the week. It ticked all my boxes. I drove over there, parked the car and then entered the gallery. Well, I didn't exactly enter the gallery as there is a small branch library at the front that you have to walk through to get to the gallery. So I entered the library. As you can imagine there is a desk in the library where the check the books in and out and there were a couple of staff there. They were chatting and they just carried on chatting. There were probably about half a dozen or so people using the library.
I walked through to the rear of the building and finally arrived at the gallery. The gallery consists of two rooms each aout 50 feet or so long and there are probably about 60 - 70 paintings in all. It's great that in this day and age local councils still think that there is sufficient merit in running a gallery and not selling off all the artworks. There was nobody else in the gallery. I worked my way along one side of the first room looking at the paintings, some of which were magnificent. I then got to the second room. As I entered it I could see that there was a person sitting at a table at the far end of the room. I think that she was a sort of attendant, there to make sure that nobody tries to steal a paintingI was slightly taken aback as I expected the second room to be empty, like the first. But no. She looked up as I entered and then carried on with whatever it was she was doing - I couldn't see what it was from my end of the room.
I made my way slowly around this second room, full of portraits each step bringing me ever nearer to where the person was sitting. Every now and then I could see her refelection on the glass of one of the pictures and all the time, she just sat there and did whatever it was she was doing. As I passed her we had a brief chat, it turned out that she worked in the library at the front and she was 'out back' eating her lunch. There was one particular painting of Ted Hughes, former Poet Laureate, and who was married to the American poet Sylvia Plath that we both really liked as the light was just right. But we agreed that it might just be that it was a modernish picture and that its brightness shione out when compared with the much gloomier and dark Victorian portraits on either side.
After a while I finished my walk around the gallery but it was a little bit too early to head back home.
I decided that I would head over to the local Sainsbury's to see if I could finally find a hat that I liked.I'm after one of those girly bobble hats. I drove across the town centre and parked in the car park next to the shop. There were a lot more people around that I had been with before but I was happy enough, I got out the car, walked across the car park, entered the shop and walked across the shop to where the TU clothing was displayed. And of course nothing happened, everyone just carried on doing with what they were doing, even the ones who looked straight at me.
But, alas, there is a disappointing end to this tale, a teeny-weeny sadness, nothing compared to what some people have to go through, but sad nonetheless. They didn't have a hat and so I need to keep looking.
So two trips out in the one lunchtime, interacting and passing by loads of people and, at the end of the day, they just don't care. Which of course is great.
Originally Posted by Teresa
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