At home last night, the door phone rang. I stumbled over to it, expecting the milliner to be on the other end, ringing me to let her in. Instead, it’s some woman, wanting to be let in so that I can sign a petition, agreeing to let some film company block our street next week. It’s all getting a bit complicated listening to this over the intercom, so I tell her to wait two seconds and that I’ll simply come down to meet her. Down the stairs I go, followed by Daisy.
Down at the entrance, the woman is there; ready to go into her spiel. She hands me an info sheet, I’m scanning it quickly, when, oh glory of all glories, I see what they want to film. Dead Like Me.
I do believe I wet myself then.
Squee! One of my favourite shows evah! So, this woman and I get to talking, I’m acting all fan-crazy about them filming on my street, how it was such a great show, how Jasmine Guy could put handcuffs on me any day, etc., when I suddenly remember: hey! Our dog! She’s named after one of the characters from the show!
Well, then, when she finds out, this woman tells me that I just have to bring Daisy around the set. So, sweetness! I might actually get to meet George and the rest of them. Funny though, I don’t know how Laura Harris would react to meeting Daisy Adair in canine form.
Update: Sigh, I guess not enough folks agreed to have the filming on our street, as it (the street) was strangely bare yesterday. The dog didn’t seem overly concerned, but seemed curious as to why I was weeping uncontrollably for hours.