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Of pandas and honeybees, or, what kind of fan are you?
(I have had this lurking on my desktop for a while and can no longer remember where the idea came from, but it seems worth posting.)
A honeybee - industriously visits many, many flowers and takes nectar from them all (and, ideally, gives them a revitalising pollen exchange)
A panda - munches industriously on the same grove of bamboo until it is All Gone. Starves for a while, but may be fortunate enough to find a fresh bamboo grove somewhere else.
Fandom-wise, I can only wish I were a honeybee. Honeybees have options everywhere. If one flower loses its flavour, they can buzz merrily along to the next, they can mix up the flower flavours every day, sometimes concentrating on the peonies of MCU or the bluebells of Supernatural, sometimes on the tiny hidden heartsease of Black Sails, whatever. And there is always another enticing flower just along the path.
Pandas, like me, love what they love and don't really want anything else. Pandas can see the flowers, and maybe pause for a sniff now and again (I'm quite partial to peonies), but when it comes to sustenance we just want to get stuck in to our favourite flavour and nothing else is truly satisfying. And when the bamboo is all gone, pandas are bereft.
I suspect there are other kinds. Butterflies, for instance, who flit from flower to flower looking pretty but don't do a lot of pollinating. Wildebeest, who are ready to move in force on to the next thing when they've been in one place for a while. Magpies, who look for specific kinds of shiny and don't much mind where they find them.
What other kinds of fan are there? What kind are you?
A honeybee - industriously visits many, many flowers and takes nectar from them all (and, ideally, gives them a revitalising pollen exchange)
A panda - munches industriously on the same grove of bamboo until it is All Gone. Starves for a while, but may be fortunate enough to find a fresh bamboo grove somewhere else.
Fandom-wise, I can only wish I were a honeybee. Honeybees have options everywhere. If one flower loses its flavour, they can buzz merrily along to the next, they can mix up the flower flavours every day, sometimes concentrating on the peonies of MCU or the bluebells of Supernatural, sometimes on the tiny hidden heartsease of Black Sails, whatever. And there is always another enticing flower just along the path.
Pandas, like me, love what they love and don't really want anything else. Pandas can see the flowers, and maybe pause for a sniff now and again (I'm quite partial to peonies), but when it comes to sustenance we just want to get stuck in to our favourite flavour and nothing else is truly satisfying. And when the bamboo is all gone, pandas are bereft.
I suspect there are other kinds. Butterflies, for instance, who flit from flower to flower looking pretty but don't do a lot of pollinating. Wildebeest, who are ready to move in force on to the next thing when they've been in one place for a while. Magpies, who look for specific kinds of shiny and don't much mind where they find them.
What other kinds of fan are there? What kind are you?
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Since the children left home, my Beast and I have developed a habit of watching an episode of something as we have our supper, rather than sitting with The Archers on, so I am completely out of touch. But if Adam and Ian are having a baby, well, I'm glad.
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Bulgarian fruit picker. Been around for a couple of years now. Has children in Belgium, but no partner (can't recall if husband is dead or divorced). Had an affair with Roy Tucker whenever she was in England, but eventually broke it off (in spite of loving him very much) as going home and leaving him was just too hard to keep doing again and again.
If it wasn't for his children, Roy would move to Bulgaria to be with her. If it wasn't for her children, she would move to England to be with him.
I wish I could see a happy ending for Lexi and Roy, but fear it can never happen.
ON one visit, when Lexi was a bit drunk, she offered to be a surrogate mother for Ian and Adam (they'd been desperately looking for someone). After much reflection when sober, she decided that she really did want to do it. We're now in the third round of IVF and this time it seems to have taken.
The Grundy boys finally settled down. William met and married Nic, who already had two children. They had another little girl together and then Nic died suddenly and unexpectedly of sepsis. All the Grundy family pitched into help him, but Nic's been dead a year now and William still desperately misses her.
I tend to catch up using the omnibus on BBC iplayer. Either when I'm knitting or when I'm tired and just need to lie down for a bit.