Conversations with Emily

Often when I get an idea I play it out in my mind, especially when it comes to writing a skit. Sometimes I use the idea, sometimes I don’t, and occasionally end up with pics that I do not use. I intend capturing some of these moments.

Miss Emily is very concerned about the Covid-19 and waylaid one of my masks. 

“What if I catch Corona virus? huh? huh? huh? I need protection! I don’t wanna die!!”

“Chill Miss Emily, you cannot catch the virus, besides it isn’t as dangerous for children as it is for adults, and it most certainly will not affect a doll.”

“Propaganda I tell you. A conspiracy by the fashion doll industry. They just want us to sit back on our patooties and get infected!”

“Miss Emily have you been at the Raspberry cooldrink? and were you singing rowdy dolly songs last night? I better apologise to the neighbours if you were.”

“Nope, I read it in the latest copy of “The Discerning Dolly”, they had a whole issue about it. Very informative it was too.”


I flicked through the pages; it was not good. “Miss Emily, I cannot believe you are reading this stuff. Just look at some of those articles “How to look glamorous in PPE” and “I was saved from Covid by aliens” and of course “The daily diary of an influencer stuck in a luxury resort without moisturiser”. This stuff is drivel.”

“But, but, but they sometimes have articles about cake and ice cream and pizza!”

“Miss Emily, you are welcome to hang around with a face mask but don’t blame me if your ears get red and your nose becomes raw and starts peeling from wearing a mask.”

“I will take my chances. Besides, I also wear the mask not to breath in germs but to prevent others from breathing in mine! After all, if something happens to you we are all stuck up the creek without a poodle.”

“Don’t you mean paddle?”

“That too. And we could end up as homeless dollies up for sale in a charity shop.”

“Well, I will try my best to stay safe, and I do appreciate your concern. However, masks are hard to come by so please don’t waste them.”

“Yessir, I will leave the mask and try a face shield instead.”

“That’s my girl. Good job Miss Emily.”

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Now where was Miss Emily? “Miss Emily, where are you?”

“I’m in here!” was the reply.

“Where is here?”

“Under the table.”

“Under the ta…?” Miss Emily had ripped my bed apart and covered the table, creating her very own fort

“Welcome to Fort Smoogies, please do not feed ye dragons and contributions to our ice cream fund are always welcome.”

“Very cosy Miss Emily, but why haven’t you changed out of your school uniform? and have you started on your homework yet?”

“This is part of my homework. I had to imagine myself living in a cave for school and then do a report thingey about it.”

“So you decided to make a fort under the table?”

“Yep, I am now an expert cave dweller. I will clean it up once I am finished, I just need some extra time to think and then to write it all down.”

“Did they also have ice cream in caves?”

“Oh yes, this fort is from the ice cream age.”

“Surely you mean the Ice age?”

“Nope, it’s definitely the ice cream age, everybody knows they did not have ice cream back then.” 

“You would have suffered had you been around back then.”

“Oooh-er, I would have died of hunger at an early age.”

“Anyway Miss Emily, when you have finished please clean up the mess and fix my bed up and change out of your uniform too.”

“Yessir, I will do it all, and when I have written my report I will bring it to you so that you can read it.”

“That’s my girl, I won’t keep you from your work. But don’t leave it too long ok?”

“I won’t, It’s kinda dark in here and I may end up falling asleep though. Besides, I must write my report.”

“Alright, I will give you a shout a bit later. Enjoy your fort.” 

By now you will have figured out that Miss Emily has a thing for giant hair bows (JoJo Bows) as well as strange hats.

However, her blue bow seems to have gone missing…

“Miss Emily, where is your big blue bow?”

“Er… um, I dunno? I have looked everywhere for and it is nowhere to be found. It must have gotten lost or stolen by giant chickens or the dreaded bow stealing squirrel”.

“Bow stealing squirrel? you just made that up now!”

“I did? oh yes I did. I forgot, sorry. I do hope my bow turns up though, I miss it because it matches something or other of mine.”

“Let us keep looking, maybe if we look for the scissors we will find the bow instead.”

“That’s a good plan. Now where is that scissors?”

Miss Emily in the land of the giant ice creams.

“Miss Emily, you don’t look too good….”

“I found a giant ice cream and now have a tummy ache…”

Spring is sprung.

Miss Emily has been in hibernation for quite some time but paid a brief visit to the world in her new dress.

“Finally! Spring is here!”

“I like your new dress Miss Emily.”

“Isn’t it snazzy? and it matches my sandals too”

“You are a regular Pink Panther now. And of course Courage matches your dress too.”

“Oh yes, Pink is the new black. Spring is also the season for ice cream,” she said hopefully.

“I will definitely get me some of those.” I teased.

“And will you buy some for me?”

“Nope, you take them to school and they leak all over your books and stationary.”

“But, but, but…”

“In fact there is a new rule. You are only allowed ice cream in a small tub, and by small I do not mean 5 litres either!”

“SMALL? noooooooooooooooooooooo! I may as well go back into hibernation.”

“You hibernated way too long, you even missed the snow. I tried to wake you but you snoozed away. I even knocked on your head to see whether anybody was home; but Miss Emily sawed wood while wearing a blank expression.”

“Blank expression? I was doing my famous pouty face. All you had to do was wave an ice cream cone in my immediate vicinity and I would have rebooted.”

“I will remember for next time.”

“I think we deserve a huge pud for lunch today because I have been such a good girl.”

“To quote Pink Floyd: “How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?” “

“Meat? there will be meat?”

“Probably not, it is expensive stuff. The bank won’t even give me a loan to buy a steak.”

“A steak or two you mean?”

“No steak for you Miss Emily, broccoli and carrots are on your menu.”

“Oh pooh.”

“However, because you have been a good girl this past year I will allow you a small trifle.”

“A trifle? if I put some in my ears will I be a trifle deaf?”

“No more than than normal. Come along lets us go inside, I need some tea. “

“Okey dokey, may we negotiate on the pudding question?”

“Hmm…  I will see how it goes. It really depends on the weather.”

“Weather has nothing to do with pudding.”

“No it doesn’t, but in this case it is more to do with whether, as in “Whether we have enough or whether I have space in the freezer for more. “.”



On going to school…

“Ok, so I get to wear this cool uniform and sit in a classroom with other kids and get taught stuff by an adult in front of a chalkboard/”

“Something like that.”

“It does not sound like fun. I will much rather spend that time surfing the net and looking at crazy cat videos.”

“I am inclined to agree with you. School does stifle creativity.”

“I can be creative, look, I found 17 sites with dolls in them, and 16 of them have profiles on facebook and linkedin! I want a profile on facebook and linkedin!”

“You can’t because you are too young!”

“Too young? but but but…”

“Besides, I am letting you have a portion of my blog to use. I should be charging you a hosting fee!”

“Fee? I am a penniless dolly who doesn’t have 2 pence to rub together.”

“That’s because you spend your pocket money on ice cream and giant hair bows.”

Miss Emily was busted for eating ice cream in class.

“So Miss Emily, can you please explain why you were eating ice cream in class?”

“I had to eat it or it would have melted.”

“Why did you take it to school and not leave it at home in the freezer for when you came home from school?”

“Um… well I kind of bought it on my way to school.”

“Ah, and then you snuck it in and scoffed it during class?”

“Yep, that is it, I tried to eat it during maths class.”

“And the end result was a “Please Explain”?”

“Yep, one of those. Geez, it’s not as if I was doing something bad.”

“I would consider eating ice cream during maths to be a major bad thing, especially if you are not supposed to even have an ice cream in any class. Have you done this before?”

“Nope, never in maths class.”

“Ah, so you have eaten ice cream in a different class?”

“Oops, that was not supposed to come out.”

“Miss Emily, no ice cream for you for a month!”

“Oh pooh, does that mean I will have to throw away the Eskimo Pie in my bag?”

“You have an Eskimo Pie in your bag?”

“Oh yes, I was saving it for geography class.”

“Miss Emily, I think you need to go spend some time in the corner and ponder on your misdeeds after you have thrown away the Eskimo Pie and any other ice cream products that may be lurking in your bag.”

“Can’t I eat them instead?”

“Certainly not. In fact you can give them to me. I will eat them.”

“Mutter mutter…. “

“Don’t mutter to me in that tone of voice. Give me your ill gotten stash before I decide to make things much worse.”

I really enjoyed the ice cream, although how she ended up with three of them I will never know. Hopefully this will be the last we hear of ice cream in school.

Speeches and ice cream (again)

“Miss Emily, how was your day at school?”
“It was OK, we learnt about “ex””
“Don’t you mean “x”?”
“Nope, it was definitely “ex””. 
“I will take your word for it then; but what did you learn about this mysterious “ex”?”
“Um, I learnt that it stands for EXAMS!!”
“Aaah now I see where you are going.”
“I am going somewhere?”
“It is figure of speech. Anyway, I think you are too young to write exams.”
“I am, I am. But these are spoken exams as in “The boy stood on the burning deck….””
“In other word you have to make a speech?”
“That’s it! I have to talk for at least 10 minutes about something. I could not think of enough to say about Ice cream that would last for 10 minutes. An ice cream isn’t alive for that long.”
“Especially when you have it in your grubby hands.”
“Grubby? my hands grubby?”
“Yes, they are full of ice cream stains”
“Whoops… um, well you know…”
“Were you busted for scoffing ice cream in class again?”
Miss Emily looked crestfallen.
“And your punishment is to give a speech?”
She nodded.
“You are lucky, when I was in school we had to learn a poem all about a drought.”
“A drought?”
“Yep, it rambled on and on about thirst and dry and sand and relentless heat.”
“I get thirsty just hearing about it.”
“And, to make matters worse, it was the day before the schools broke up, so instead of rubbing our hands together in anticipation of the 3 weeks holiday ahead, we had to learn that dumb poem.”
“You should have had some ice cream, that would have made everything right.”
“Not everything can be set right by the judicious scoffing of chocolate flavoured dairy products.”
“It should be…”
“I do agree to a point, but I am afraid life is not always that straight forward.”
“Oh pooh, then I better think about what I am going to say.”
“Well, you are an expert dolly translator, why not use that in your speech?”
“Oooo, thats an idea, maybe I can do my speech in thick German.”
“Better stick to English or you may just end up having to learn a long winded poem about a drought. I will leave it to you. Do not disappoint!”
I left Miss Emily to her mutterings about Eskimo Pies, Cornettos and the benefits of a Flake and chocolate sprinkles on your favourite Neopolitan ice cream sandwich.

The next day..

“So Miss Emily, how did it go?”
“I said to them… “Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.”
“That sounds familiar, did you translate it yourself?”
“Not exactly, it is one of those funny thingamajigs that you find when you mess around with your blog and preview the settings”
“I knew it sounded familiar. But what did the teacher say?”
“Glacies crepito ut ultra vos autem videtis me post schola”
“No more ice cream for you, see me after school”

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