Yesterday Mrs Playmo and I decided to bite the bulllet, and stepped out for a five kilometer hike. On our journey, Mrs Playmo heard mumbling behind the rocks and beckoned to me. Creeping up through the bushes, we spotted two inhabitants of Playmo Street doing their best to hold hands as they watched the waters of the Hérault river tumble past their feet.
“Wait for me here!” Mrs Playmo hissed. “Nobody believed me when I said that Amanda Shacklebottom wasn’t as chaste as her name implies!” She pointed a manicured claw at the couple, sitting on a blanket on the rocky shore. The man was fast discovering that offering flowers to a woman on a bent knee is only something that happens in films in Playmobilia.
“It’s Marcel, the village garage mechanic!” Mrs Playmo gabbled, her eyes wide with incredulity. “I don’t understand what she sees in him. For lack of a better word, the man’s a complete tool.”
She rummaged in her lurid green handbag and pulled out her camera. Then she was off, creeping up behind them to immortalise the moment on her camera. She returned through the grasses and hauled herself to her feet. “At last. A means of persuasion. See that cream and pink Versace handbag? I’ve been after it for months.”
I made a mental note to confiscate her camera in case she knows any human journalists on the local rag. I am starting to discover the darker side to Mrs Playmo. Under the presentable red dress and string of pearls lies an extortionist and a contortionist. And it’s only day three of the challenge …
If you are new around here and don’t have a clue what this is all about, please read “The Great Outdoor Playmo Challenge”. Yes, I am crazy, and yes, I’m happy this way.
Mrs Playmo looks so innocent…but underneath that hat, and demurely plaited hair, lurks a devious mind… 🙂
I am fast coming round to the idea that Mrs Playmo is a possible new Mata Hari.
Affaire à suivre…
We could be in for an interesting month… 🙂
Yesterday she revealed just how sick and devious she can be. Just posted.
Is Mrs Shacklebottem topless? It is difficult to tell in the photo. What a little hussy she is.
Send my regards to Mrs Playmo, and tell her I like what she has done with her hair
No, Mts Shaklebottom has her pink top on. You’ve been stripping too much paint off walls, PN 😉 She is indeed a hussy, but a very shy one. The most daring thing she ever does is put lavender fabric softener in the final rinse when she washes her hubby’s underpants. I have the feeling that Mrs Playmo will wreck her life shortly if she doesn’t toughen up a tad.
Well, if Mrs Shacklebottom sits in just her knickers on a brisk January morning, she deserves everything that’s coming to her.
I think she should book a suite at that hotel you blogged about, she’d be a bit warmer and still have lots of stone to sit on. It’s actually quite warm here- we are walking in temperatures between 14 and 17 °C, with gorgeous sunshine. I even saw a daffodil yesterday!
… and the plot thickens!! I think I’m going to like this Mrs Playmo a great deal … opportunistic with a dash of devilry 😉
Mrs Playmo is turning out to be a real minx. She’ll be moving in on the Playmo President next…
She works for Closer…
I did toy (ha ha) with the idea of Mrs Playmo seeing Hollandouille and Gayet on the beach. But it’s so has been. Amanda Shacklebottom has much better impact.
You want to watch out for that Mrs Playmo.. she’s a sneaky one!
I suspect that she has a whole lot of trouble up her sleeve. I’m getting worried about how the rest of the month will unfold…
“Doing their best to hold hands” LOL Right? It’s like the poor Lego hands. No real chance of romance there…
It’s so frustrating. No knees for kneeling, either. Figurines have a life that is destitute of romance. I always wondered how they got up the steps on to the Playmo flight to Legoland…. And how they eat… I wrote a post about it a while back if you need an excuse to procrastinate. “A Letter from Mrs Playmobil to her creator”.
Not sure where all this is going, but I’m definitely here for the ride. 🙂
Cool beans! Fasten your seatbelt, and welcome to the Playmo express!
You are making me want to climb up in the attic and retrieve the circus…or the pirate ship….or the castle…..I miss the treasure chest with the gold coins..sigh..
Go on! do it!
I wish I could J.
What’s stopping you? No, honestly. I have the treasure chest and the coins. Maybe I’ll use them in the story.
Loving all the different accessories! Mrs Playmo has a camera… Yay! Can’t wait to see what she gets up to next…
She does indeed. I think she only uses it to get other people into trouble, though….