“You look just lovely and so fluffy”
Normally, at 11 o’clock in Brighton you would just pass this off as a drunk staggering off West street. But the lady who stood in front of me was very different. She was mid 50’s, very smart and a bit arty in appearance.
“Thank you,” I replied a little nervously.
With a big smile she continued, “Where have you been to looking so gorgeous.” Slightly stunned I answered her and then politely asked where she had been.
“I’ve been to an art exhibition but no one there was as wonderful as you!”
Just then her bus arrived. I was still quite stunned and simply said, “you are very kind.”
I’ve never been very good at taking compliments. Why do we find it so hard? Part of me thought she was away with the fairies and one of those odd ‘cat type’ women living in La La Land on chocolate buttons and Spam but part of me felt touched.
I suppose it was just so out of the blue. I can’t imagine walking up to a stranger and telling them exactly what my thoughts about them were.
As I sat on the bus smiling to myself about this slightly odd lady it struck me. She was AUSTRALIAN. Of course! I hadn’t placed her accent at first but then I got it.
I have never met an unhappy Australian, they always seem to be glass half full, cheery characters. In fact, some of the nicest people I’ve come across have been Australian. I’m sure they have their fair share of arse holes but generally they seem happier than Brits and look far more on the bright side of life.
Maybe it’s growing up in the sunshine.
This lady could of course just been a bit mental.
Anyway, I think Australians are lovely.