As I went past the playmobil mansion this morning, Mrs Playmo appeared at the window and waved an impatient claw at me.
“Oy, MM, there’s a photo challenge, and Mr Playmo and I want to take part!” she gabbled. I put my eye to the window of her mansion and peered in. The WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge page beamed out of her computer screen.
“You remember our visit to London? When Mr P and I went off to visit on our own? With our picnic?” (I did. They got totally drunk, and Mr P took lots of inappropriate photos of his wife pole-dancing at the top of Big Ben.)
She sighed nostalgically and took a gulp of rosé before clicking her mouse and stabbing a claw at her collection of photos. “Can you upload this one for me please? A talent scout might be out there somewhere”.
So here we have it: A toy box take on the theme of bridges. With special thanks to Corentin W, the architect of the Lego bridge.
Multifarious meanderings 
I see Mrs P is just wearing her basque again! Didn’t that raise a few eyebrows in London?
Her excuse is that her clip-on dress doesn’t bend in the middle. She kept it on most of the time in London, except for her photo shots. I had to make her a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt for the HM too, or she would have got us disqualified for insufficient clothing.
She is a little bit of a hussy
Just a bit.
I rather think Mrs P maybe more likely to corrupt Boy Scouts than catch the eye of talent scouts with that bordello bridge shot!!
Funny you should mention that, she was very insistant about accompanying Mr Playmo for the parish scout jamboree.
We want the pole dancing pics.
I will post one, especially for you. Probably in the summer round-up. We’ve been busy.
I’ve been thinking of you – hope you are safe and well.
Haha genius! And so glad to see you blogging again – welcome back 🙂
Thank you!
Mrs P clearly has no shame! 😀
Mrs P has gone to look that word up in the dictionary.
Thanks I’m fine – All shook up but in one piece
glad to hear it. You are James Bond’s Martini- shaken, not stirred.
Mrs Playmo is giving a remarkably regal wave for someone clad only in a basque. How does she do it?
She offered to give you lessons when I told her, the cheeky thing. I suspect it has something to do with indecent qualities of rosé wine.
So cute! Legos rule.
Thank you!
I’m liking the basque look – I might try that next time I pop up to London!
Yay! How are you? (MM happy dances around kitchen in PJs). Yup, the basque is all ze rage in Playmobila, thanks to trend-setting Mrs Playmo.
WordPress hates me. It won’t tell me when you’ve blogged and it’s only because I thought to myself, I wonder what’s happened to MM, that I googled you and saw that you’d been busy blogging in the summer!!
So welcome back. I have a hard time buying shoes too but not because they’re big, but because they’re wider than your average anorexic French foot. I’m comfyest in flippies really which allow my already wide feet to spread like butter on a hot day.
Are you still jogging?
Hey, Sarah! Glad to ‘see’ you! I drove past the the neighborhood where we had lunch a while back, and wondered how you are… We should get organized for another meet-up.
I’m still trying to get myself back into serious blogging – the ideas are swirling but the mojo can be elusive, and life is getting in the way.
I’m flip-flop addict too. Or I wear my old trainers. As for running, I’m training for my second half-marathon. Mrs P signed me up for my first because she wanted to be the first Playmo to complete the distance, but it would have taken her too long 😀